Exorcising My Demons with Night Sweat

After the divorce, I threw myself into my work as a personal trainer. But one night, tired and lonely, I met an old friend from college at a bar. We shared stories over drinks and then his place. It was rough and raw, nothing like what we used to have together, but it felt liberating in its own way. No soft edges, no second chances. Just two adults letting loose after years apart. If I ever need that kind of release again, at least now I know the door's not closed.