Spent the afternoon trying to figure out the appeal of a 'self-care routine.' For me, that's not a face mask or a bath. It's lying in my quiet house after the kids are with their dad, legs still shaking, pussy still tingling, and just breathing. No drama, no expectations. Just the memory of a good cock and the wet spot on the sheets. Sometimes the most rebellious thing a divorced mom can do is have an orgasm purely for herself and then just... exist in the quiet afterglow. It's a different kind of power.