This is about moving on for me, moving on from a failed marriage and alot of years that were almost wasted, other than having two wonderful sons...  I ended up marrying someone who ended up being just like my father...a controlling, insecure jerk... It all started so well when we met in college...he seemed carefree and as uninhibited as I was then. ( I'm starting to feel more like myself now...) I knew I wanted to be with someone who could be spontaneous in every aspect of life, at least when there wasn't anything too serious going on, and especially sexually...  I'd learned about my sexuality in High School..being the girl with a reputation ( much of it well deserved) and knew that I thrived on spontaneity and that I was an uninhibited sort of person...  He went on to Medical School and we married when he graduated, and he started changing abruptly, until it got to the point when I felt like a prisoner in the marriage...he told me what to wear, who to talk to, what to say ( at least he tried to) Sex became infrequent and was all about his gratification and not mine.