I am celibate and my husband's widest fantasy is to have sex with 300-600 women and, ah ham, men too. We came to the logical conclusion which is my husband can have sex with other people. It's OKAY with me (the Wounded Mother inside me says.) NO (The Black Witch inside me rages to chop him into tiny bits of meat.) F*CK HIM (The Prostitute inside me actually still wants to have.) I'M LONELY AND SOOOO SAD The Little Inner Child inside me waits around for him to come home. My soul is a big mess. I cry out for help That's when a Monk arrives to advise me how to practice UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. Yup All of it actually happened In that topsy-turvy soul realm I call 5D. This is a wild wild wild tale