Let’s take a stroll down memory lane and re-visit a topic, sex with an ex. Last time we talked about this, it was a “good” story. We got to experience one of the good times when sex with an ex can be fun. Now let me tell you a little story about when it can turn sour and people can get hurt…BADLY.
I was dating this guy for about 6 months, and we were friends for two years before that. I actually had the biggest crush on him long before we started to be good friends, so from the jump I was more into him than he was to me. Looking at it from the outside, it was doomed to begin with. We were lovey dovey; we even got to the point where we said I love you. So it was hard for me to let go, when he said it was too much commitment. I mean he was the one that said I love you first. I was mad, upset, bitter, angry, sad, lonely, basically every sad emotion I could be when it came to no longer being with him. Once that subsided and I could be in the same room with him without crying or wanting to kick him in the nuts, we started to talk. We began to become friends again, and had laughs and good times together. Then the infamous KISS happened and all the emotions I ever felt for him good and bad came flowing back at once. I was happy, because I was naïve to the fact that he didn’t want to be with me again, he just wanted to get laid. I was hopelessly in love with this guy who didn’t understand the emotional state I was in with him. He gave me hope when there was none so I gave him pussy, because I thought at that time it would bring us closer. So I continually got wrapped into the physical, I was getting laid, he was getting laid, but my emotions for him were getting suppressed. One day it was too much for me to handle. I had reached my breaking point and when I reached max capacity for suppressed emotion, I went into a deep depression. I wasn’t going to class, I wasn’t eating, and I wasn’t hanging out with any of my friends. I laid in my bed crying for weeks because I let him break my heart twice. I gave him control with my heart but didn’t tell him he had it. He was playing the game without knowing the rules. It took me over a year to move on and get my relationships back to normality. Now I feel bad for the guys I dated right after him, because I gave them my bitterness and anger towards men, which isn’t fair to anyone.
This here is the bad, and when I say it can get even worse please stay tuned for the next installment when it gets ugly. So keep sending me those questions and until the next question rolls my way much love and happiness...enjoy your night
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