I meet you at your most intimate moments and am then tossed away until “you” decide to use me again. It makes no sense only that I feel trapped to get away. Yet for the moment you are truly naked with me and we are as close as one can be, then within a split second it all ends. I feel used and discarded but within a week or so I’m back in the same routine. What’s more disgusting is you will choose others to take my place right in front of me and I do nothing to stop it. Who or what the hell am I???