I have this thing where I have this deep attraction/fetish/fantasy for older women. Like in their 50s. I’m sure it’s tied to issues with my mom or whatever but it continues to ruin my life.
It’s frustrating because it’s reciprocated in secret back at me. I had a boss (woman in her 50s) who made several passes at me and when I finally tried to reciprocate she had me fired and falsely accused me of sexual harrasment. I lost numerous other job opportunities and even friendships behind that accusation. I couldn’t even work in the city I lived in at the time in my industry it was damning.
One time I went to Vegas years ago and ended up connecting with this older married woman in a matter of hours and we kissed briefly but we trauma bonded so damn hard I think about her to this day.
So now I’m in a new state, married, with a kid. And sure enough again I befriend an older woman (60s). We start talking and connect over our mental health issues and unhappiness with our partners and something in me activates like a dumbass and I’m OVERCOME with desire.
I tell her I’m attracted to her and that I want to kiss her. We hug for a long moment then go back to our workday. This morning I go to our usual spot and she gives me the “let’s stay professional” talk and says we can’t talk anymore and she won’t tell our boss as long as I give her space.
I’m so fucking stupid. I keep sabatoging my own life. And for what? I want to deeply connect with someone so bad but for some reason I want it included in some weird secret sexual tryst with a woman old enough to be my mother. Is that a kink? Just trauma? I don’t know. But I almost cheated on my wife who is nothing but good to me (but doesn’t always understand my suicidal thoughts, depression, and anxiety the way I thought she did).
I feel so fucking alone and disgusting and foolish and weird. From the outset people see me and think I have it all together. Good family, good job, attractive, etc.
And I still feel like a child. I just want to cry all the time, but I can’t. Like I’ve tried. I don’t know if I’m just too disassociated as a person or what. I just want someone to hold me and tell me I’m ok and everything’s going to be ok. The need is so deep it makes me sick of myself.
This time I narrowly dodged a bullet, but it seems almost ingrained in me to be inappropriate.