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Jessica was a great cook, and it had been a long time since I had a home cooked meal. I ate everything in sight. I heard laughter all around as I finished off all the mashed potatoes, corn, and tri tip.
“It’s very good, sis; great, in fact.” I gave her a half grin as I continued stuffing my face.
When I finished, I pushed my chair back from the table and listened to the conversation. Jake, my nine-year-old nephew, got in trouble again at school. This time, he threw his book at a kid that was making fun of his new haircut. I listened as my parents tried to reason with him.
“That could be your little brother someone’s throwing a book at, or your little cousin.” It was the “do unto others” speech. They used to use those lines with me. It never worked, mainly because if someone did throw something at my sister, I would just beat the crap out of them.
I eyed Jake, who was nodding at my dad. He glanced over at me for a split second, and I winked. Then Jack and Jasmine, Jessica’s very young children, left the table for bath and bedtime. They came over to me and gave me a big hug before disappearing with their dad. Josh and Jake, my sister Janie’s kids, left to get their pajamas on and watch some TV in the playroom. My sisters were returning from the kitchen. The table was spotless. So there we were, my parents and my two sisters all gatheredaround me, all eyes on me. I started to shift in my seat, nervous, with my hands fidgeting. I felt the tension in the room—could taste it.
“What’s up?” I knew they were cornering me, and I felt like a caged animal. My twin sister, Jessica, spoke first.
“We are really worried about you, Jason. We think you are on a destructive path, and we all have things we would like to say.”
I glanced around the table, and everyone had the same concerned look on their face.
“I assume you are talking about my hobby.” My voice was impatient and laced with agitation. That is how we talked about the way I liked to have sex. “I broke up with Bettina last night, and I was hoping I could stay here for a couple days. As far as the destructive path,” I used her words as I made eye contact around the table, “I enjoy sex, I don’t do drugs, never have, and drinking alcohol is not an issue.”
My older sister Janie started talking next, “I have done research, Jason, and you are a textbook sex addict. If you are not at work, you are at that club. People with this problem need help controlling it. Jason, you need help.”
“Listen, Janie, AKA Dr. Shrink. I don’t have any issues with sex. I want to have it, and women want to have it with me. There is no problem. I can go without it longer than you could go without wine,” I say as I glance at my twin next to me, “and longer than you can go without ice cream.”
My older sister pulled some brochures out from under the table and slid them over. I picked them up and rolled my eyes. I felt my body become defensive, and used intimidation to stop the wayward conversation.
“You’re kidding, right?” My shoulders squared, my chest puffed out, and I gritted my teeth and glared over at my mom and dad.
My mom stood up, wiping her eyes, her hands shaking. She unfolded a piece of paper and began reading from it. “Jason, I am so scared that you are going to come home with a disease and I will lose you. I am scared that your temper will cause you to do permanent harm, physically or mentally to someone else, and you will never be able to forgive yourself. Most of all, I am scared you will never know the joys of a healthy relationship. Please consider this.”
“I am safe, Mom. I get tested every month. I don’t kiss the girls, and I have always worn protection. Other than Bettina, I don’t have sex with these girls more than once. That way nobody gets hurt mentally or physically. I have years of practice. I know what I am doing. As for the healthy relationship,” my eyes darted between my sisters, “two out of
“It’s very good, sis; great, in fact.” I gave her a half grin as I continued stuffing my face.
When I finished, I pushed my chair back from the table and listened to the conversation. Jake, my nine-year-old nephew, got in trouble again at school. This time, he threw his book at a kid that was making fun of his new haircut. I listened as my parents tried to reason with him.
“That could be your little brother someone’s throwing a book at, or your little cousin.” It was the “do unto others” speech. They used to use those lines with me. It never worked, mainly because if someone did throw something at my sister, I would just beat the crap out of them.
I eyed Jake, who was nodding at my dad. He glanced over at me for a split second, and I winked. Then Jack and Jasmine, Jessica’s very young children, left the table for bath and bedtime. They came over to me and gave me a big hug before disappearing with their dad. Josh and Jake, my sister Janie’s kids, left to get their pajamas on and watch some TV in the playroom. My sisters were returning from the kitchen. The table was spotless. So there we were, my parents and my two sisters all gatheredaround me, all eyes on me. I started to shift in my seat, nervous, with my hands fidgeting. I felt the tension in the room—could taste it.
“What’s up?” I knew they were cornering me, and I felt like a caged animal. My twin sister, Jessica, spoke first.
“We are really worried about you, Jason. We think you are on a destructive path, and we all have things we would like to say.”
I glanced around the table, and everyone had the same concerned look on their face.
“I assume you are talking about my hobby.” My voice was impatient and laced with agitation. That is how we talked about the way I liked to have sex. “I broke up with Bettina last night, and I was hoping I could stay here for a couple days. As far as the destructive path,” I used her words as I made eye contact around the table, “I enjoy sex, I don’t do drugs, never have, and drinking alcohol is not an issue.”
My older sister Janie started talking next, “I have done research, Jason, and you are a textbook sex addict. If you are not at work, you are at that club. People with this problem need help controlling it. Jason, you need help.”
“Listen, Janie, AKA Dr. Shrink. I don’t have any issues with sex. I want to have it, and women want to have it with me. There is no problem. I can go without it longer than you could go without wine,” I say as I glance at my twin next to me, “and longer than you can go without ice cream.”
My older sister pulled some brochures out from under the table and slid them over. I picked them up and rolled my eyes. I felt my body become defensive, and used intimidation to stop the wayward conversation.
“You’re kidding, right?” My shoulders squared, my chest puffed out, and I gritted my teeth and glared over at my mom and dad.
My mom stood up, wiping her eyes, her hands shaking. She unfolded a piece of paper and began reading from it. “Jason, I am so scared that you are going to come home with a disease and I will lose you. I am scared that your temper will cause you to do permanent harm, physically or mentally to someone else, and you will never be able to forgive yourself. Most of all, I am scared you will never know the joys of a healthy relationship. Please consider this.”
“I am safe, Mom. I get tested every month. I don’t kiss the girls, and I have always worn protection. Other than Bettina, I don’t have sex with these girls more than once. That way nobody gets hurt mentally or physically. I have years of practice. I know what I am doing. As for the healthy relationship,” my eyes darted between my sisters, “two out of
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