My wife beat breast cancer five years
ago. Brave, lovely, and lucky woman. But after the procedures, she said
she was proud of her post-op look and the zigzag scar across her chest.
No new boobs for her. Moi? I don’t like going to bed with Peter Pan. We
talked about this and she wants to stay scarred and boobless. I respect
her wishes. It’s her body… so no plastic surgery. But I get weirded
out instead of excited every time I see her nude. Our love life has
gone the way of her boobs and I feel as guilty as hell because I can’t
get over this.
I Miss Her Boobs
I’m thinking the wife misses her boobs too,
IMHB, but she’s concluded that implants and reconstructive surgery
aren’t going to bring ’em back, only a potentially uncomfortable,
thoroughly inadequate approximation of her...