I call her Joy Joyce. That’s not her real name. It’s a nickname we gave to someone as a joke but it became her nickname along the line. The name that used to invoke laughter now just fills my heart with heaviness.
Every time my phone rings I expect to see her name on my screen, only to end up disappointed that she is not the one calling me. She is the one who introduced me to this page so I am sharing our story here with the hope that she will see it and understand how much I love her.
When I met Joy, she had a very active sexual life. She had a boyfriend she was doing it with, and she didn’t mind telling me about some of her experiences. I am not one to judge anyone for what they choose to do with their body so I didn’t have a problem with her lifestyle. Me, I am the exact opposite of her when it comes to sexuality.
I also had a boyfriend but we were not sexually active. That was our agreement. That we wouldn’t have shuperu until marriage. Joy didn’t know this. She just assumed that my boyfriend and I were doing it. And I didn’t want her to see me in a different light or feel pressured by my lifestyle so I didn’t tell her the truth. I just enjoyed the….Read Full Story Here…….