Wake up starving at noon (the earliest) after having sex until 4 am the night before. Don't leave the house for Breakfast (or brunch by this point) until 2 pm, since we have sex again. At the brunch place we wind up arguing, yell at each other until the entire restaurant is looking at us. We wind up making out before we leave. Back home and more sex, then watching TV, get into a 2 hour argument about something neither of us cares about, more sex. Out for dinner at 8. We're too tired from the sex/arguing to argue more at the restaurant and just lazily sit with each other looking at a magazine and eat our dinner. Back home, movie/sex, repeat for Sunday.

We literally never got anything done and were in a constant state of exhaustion/soreness/mental fog. 

Now being in a "normal", healthy relationship, there's a mix of longing, dismay and fear of the "good old days". Longing bcs it felt amazing for the most part. It was an altered state where nothing in the world mattered outside our bedroom. Dismay bcs it put the brakes on anything in my life. It's like I was stuck getting high in an opium den while my life crumbled around me. Fear bcs I know it can easily happen if I'm not too careful.
