Your Love and Sex Are Never Separate

Summary

After Dahlia cheated.

It was pure, pathetic retaliation. In six months, I dated maybe ten different women. Ten temporary shields, ten strangers I used to generate enough anger to finally break something.

The night I broke it off with the tenth woman—a graduate student in art history—I finally brought up the divorce with Dahlia.

“Gabriel.”

Dahlia finished typing a reply, finally looking up. “Is this another one of your tantrums? This must be… what? The fourth time this month?”