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Story #1: My ex and I didn't have sex on our honeymoon. She was on her period, and while we would often do it when that was the case, often we wouldn't, because she had sometimes had bad ones (pmdd). We have a mostly okay week, but a lot of tension. Not the sexual kind. So flash forward to the end of the honeymoon. We come home. We're fighting. The next day she disappears and I suspect she's banging somebody else. On the day after our honeymoon. She confirmed it later when we split.
Story #2: The summer we started dating, I left to work at Interlochen, a summer music and arts camp in Michigan. It would have been so easy to score there. But I didn't. I was in the first "serious" relationship of my life (at 23 years of age) and we were exclusive.
Flash forward six years, when we separate, and she tells me she slept with all of her roommates that summer. Which didn't either surprise or bother me at that point. I'd come to expect that of her.
But goddamn was I pissed that I hadn't hooked up with anybody in Michigan that summer.
Missed opportunities are always the worst.
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