🎶 Hi, I’m the problem, it’s me! 🎶
You see I skimmed through the book after reading some reviews and my original opinion it’s at the end in case you want to read it but after talking with @Cindy and the author I realize that I’m the one mistaken.
You can see the conversation with Cindy in the comments and This is the conversation with the author:
Me: “Hello! I was having a discussion (a healthy and respectful one) with a friend about “unintentional” and we still haven’t get to a common point in one think. I will love if you can resolve our question.
One of us think that when Marcus said that his ex gf was the best sex ever he includes Emily when the other thinks he doesn’t. He says that she is his wife and doesn’t include her in that. But later on he says that he is still not happy in their sex lives but that they will get there.
Was he lying when he said that he wasn’t including Emily on the best sex? Or does he thinks Emily is the best sex?”
Author: “He wasn't lying when he said that he hadn't included Emily in that statement. Later on, when he mentions that he's still not happy with their sex life but that they will get there, it's not the sex, so much as knowing that Emily still has doubts when it comes to how he feels about her during sex. His problem is the insecurities that he instilled in her by his thoughtless comments, and not the actual sex. Congratulations to who won! LOL.”
Me: “Thank you so much for replying!!!
So, why did he say that if he was more than satisfied in his sex life?”
Author: “That was my mistake. I should have worded it to emphasize that his complaint is about their comfort levels with each other sexually, rather than the sex itself. That was one of the first books that I ever wrote, one that's on my list to go back and polish up a bit. So, I'll keep you question in mind when I do! 😁”
Me: “Yes, the best sex of his life is with Emily. I will definitely let you know when I re-edit it. My plan is to go back to all my earlier writings and fix them once I'm caught up on all my current projects. 🥰”
(YOU CAN SEE HOW SWEET SHE HAS BEEN, but Omg my English has been horrible for a couple of months. I need to reread my text books and do some English homework)
My original opinion:
I skimmed through the book:
This is at 92% of the book:
“Are you sexually satisfied,” I asked, even though I knew the answer already, more or less. “I wasn’t,” she answered honestly. “But I am now.” “Do you think I’m sexually satisfied?” “No,” she uttered sadly. “But I think we’re making progress there, don’t you?” I nodded. “Yeah,” I responded, not contradicting her. “However, I think that was just a lot of miscommunication on our parts. I think we’ll be fine with that, eventually.” “I…I think that’s possible,” she replied simply. And now for the emotional part of tonight’s program. “Do you believe I love you?” “Yes.”
“I love you,” I said again. “I know you do, Chill,” he simply responded, searching my eyes. He was probably searching for a sign that I hadn’t lost my mind. “And you love me,” I stated confidently. “Yes, I do,” he confirmed just as confidently before he went on to say, “Emily, what I said-” I stopped him. “It’s okay, Marcus. It was just the truth,” I assured him. “I can’t be mad at you for telling the truth.” He sounded so sincere when he asked, “Christ, Em, what are we doing to each other?�� “Fucking shit up, I think.” He barked out a laugh. “Jesus, Em.” I smiled up at him, and then the severity of the past few weeks washed over me, and I couldn’t stop the scratch in my voice. “I’m so sorry, Marcus. I’m so, so sorry for everything. I just-” He dropped his forehead to mine. “I don’t need you to be sorry, Chill. I need you to tell me that you don’t really believe I’m not in love with you. I live to love you, so if you don’t believe that I’m in love with you, then I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with myself. How am I supposed to exist?” The tears started, but with as much as I’ve been crying these past few weeks, it wasn’t a big deal to me anymore. “I’m sorry I said I didn’t believe you. I do believe you. I do.” I took a steady breath. “I think I’m just a coward. I think it’s just safer to believe to be happy with settling than to believe it’s the real deal, and then having it all fall apart.” I closed my eyes. “God, it sounds so stupid when I say it out loud.”
He still thinks ow was better sex than his own wife. Yuck