So I have a giant hickey on my neck from my ex boyfriend, who I continue to have sex with. Great sex, better sex than when we were in a relationship. However, I work with my ex and know everyone’s going to be thinking I slept with someone else, when the reality is, is that I’m still hopelessly in love with my ex.
This night took an interesting turn.
Wanting to go home all day and night just to be parked at a rest stop 40 minutes from home at 11 at night just because you don’t want to go home.
When you know deep in your heart that you accepted and tolerated horrible treatment last night just so that person could stay in your life. Worst of all is that I have to continue to act okay or I could really lose them.
You failed.
Give up.
Me: I used to be invited
Him: I used to want you there
I can’t decide who’s worse.
Laughs at me.
Next time will be this Saturday.
I like to share my life with him and I don’t have a chance to.
Tries to go on a date, can’t be alone with me. Yet not invited when he goes out with his friend.
It’s foggy.
“Break up” was said.
I’m not happy.
You always uncomfortable.
Always miserable.
I only think about myself.
Not allowed to say that talking about our sex life makes me feel uncomfortable.