Oh Glenna, reading this makes me feel so sad. I’m glad you found the wonderful side of making love. It’s a shame it took you another 25 years to discover it. That’s way too long.

I felt a bit sick when I read how your heart was mashed up by your best friend and her brother. One at a time is devastating enough, but both together must have been brutal for you to cope with as a teenager.

Until I was 17 all my boyfriends were gay, or bound to be gay but undecided because they wanted to try living a straight life for their family. Either that or appeared straight. They avoided sex, so I was safe from any heartbreak that way. They were like girlfriends who enjoyed musicals and shopping and dressing up and dancing. Oh, how we danced and kissed and played.

It wasn’t until I was 20 that my heart was hurt by a guy who took around 9 months to put me in his bed. Once he had achieved that he wanted to move on to the next woman. One he already had lined up while he was busy bonking me. I think I could handle it better because I was a little bit older. I only spent 2 weeks before the my next boyfriend popped along anyway and that took the sting out of the broken heart.

You were so young. Your story is harrowing and hard to read, not because of the writing, but because of the content. I hope making love is as good as it can be for you know, because trusting other guys must have been such a hard balancing act after all you went through. Thanks for your story, it made me think. A lot.