It happened on a Tuesday. He was sitting in a high-stakes board meeting, the kind he’d worked a decade to lead. His boss was mid-sentence, discussing quarterly projections, but Marko wasn’t there. He was under the table, thumb scrolling through an encrypted app, his heart hammering against his ribs as he messaged three different strangers. He felt a familiar, sickening rush—a hit of dopamine that blurred the edges of the room.
As the words left his mouth, the "itch" didn't disappear, but the air in the room felt easier to breathe. The episode was ending, but for the first time, the next one felt like it might actually be worth living.
"I think I have a problem," he started. "And I think I’ve been hiding for a long time." [S1E7] Mislim, da sem odvisnik od seksa
The title (I think I'm a sex addict) suggests a raw, confessional, and deeply human narrative, likely from a podcast or anthology series.
Marko sat down, his hands shaking. For the first time in years, he didn't reach for the phone. He chose the discomfort of being seen. It happened on a Tuesday
He pulled out his phone, but this time he didn’t open the apps. He opened a search engine and typed the words he had been afraid to see in print: Mislim, da sem odvisnik od seksa.
He walked upstairs. Ana was reading on the sofa. She looked up and smiled, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes—she knew something was missing, even if she couldn't name it. "We need to talk," Marko said, his voice cracking. "About what?" He was under the table, thumb scrolling through
He blinked. He had no thoughts. He only had the craving. He mumbled something about "synergy" and retreated to the bathroom, locking the door. He leaned against the cold tile and felt a wave of profound exhaustion. He wasn’t having fun. He was tired. He was "hungry" in a way that food or love couldn't fix.