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Onika Maraj Manhattan Wellness Center
November 8, 2025
After that night, Beyoncé left me feeling both horny and frustrated. I knew I didn't want to be played like that anymore. I pressed her about coming to therapy with me-couples therapy-so we could talk it all out, without either of us tuning the other out. We needed someone to listen to both sides.
The therapy session started fifteen minutes ago, but there was still no sign of Beyoncé, and I was starting to get nervous.
"Should we wait a couple more minutes?" the therapist asked, a hint of concern on her face.
"Umm... yeah, I'm going to text her," I said, grabbing my phone from my purse. Our kids were spending the weekend with my sister, so that couldn't be the excuse.
Today 9:16 AM
: Beyonce, where are you? : We're waiting for you. : you said you would come!
I sighed and locked my phone after waiting five minutes with no reply. I looked up at the therapist, giving her a nervous smile.
"Well, how about we start with you? We can talk a bit about why you wanted to come here today," she suggested, and I nodded.
"Me and my girlfriend... I just feel like the foundation of our relationship was built on trauma."
"That's an interesting take. What led you to this conclusion?" she asked, and I cleared my throat, sitting up a bit straighter.
"I was in an abusive relationship, and she was working on the case against my ex-boyfriend," I began, my voice steady but laced with emotion. "She was there for me in ways that... I could never repay her for. She became my anchor when everything was falling apart, and we started catching feelings for each other. Eventually, we got involved."
"Involved meaning?" the therapist asked, her tone neutral but encouraging me to go deeper.
"Sexually involved. We became more intimate," I clarified, feeling the weight of those words as I said them out loud.
The therapist nodded, pausing thoughtfully before asking, "Do you feel like you two had sex too soon?"
I hadn't really considered that before. I sat with the question for a moment, trying to sort through the memories and emotions. "It's possible, I guess. But honestly, people have sex without catching feelings all the time. We just... happened to catch feelings. And I'm not going to regret having sex with her, because I have my children because of that. But if I had to answer truthfully... should we have waited? Then, yeah, maybe we should've." I could hear the hesitation in my own voice, realizing this was the first time I was really confronting that thought.
