Breaking Up is Hard to Do
I'm thinking about breaking up with Muffin. One drunkin' day while in the throws of passion I told him that I loved him and immediately realized that I didn't. Too late. So now I am (according to him) his first love. Yikes. Now, I enjoy our relationship, but I don't particularly enjoy him. At this point I view our relationship as symbiotic. We each get something from the other that we need. It is a mutually positive trade off.
He gets me: Sex, arm candy, someone to care about, some one to care about him, the possibility of a future.
I get: a mediocre lover, and a great social life.
He doesn't particularly turn me on, he isn't willing/comfortable/able/into doing any of the taboo sexual things that I want to do, he is insecure , can be an annoying know it all, he doesn't seem to be able to understand my non-verbal communication, can't keep my personal business (like smoking pot) private even after I've told him not to tell anyone, and he likes to cuddle and can't keep his paws off of me.
But I can pretend. I can be the sweet loving girlfriend that he wants. I can put up with his clumsy dick, him following me about like a sick puppy.
Why?
Because through him I have the most active and fun social life I've ever had. Right now it's worth it.
But I'm feeling myself getting uber bored with it all.
Yeah, I know I sound like a cunt, but...I guess I don't care. I've had my heart broken, I know what it feels like. I don't want to hurt him, after all, he hasn't done anything wrong, but it's going to happen, one way or the other.
He gets me: Sex, arm candy, someone to care about, some one to care about him, the possibility of a future.
I get: a mediocre lover, and a great social life.
He doesn't particularly turn me on, he isn't willing/comfortable/able/into doing any of the taboo sexual things that I want to do, he is insecure , can be an annoying know it all, he doesn't seem to be able to understand my non-verbal communication, can't keep my personal business (like smoking pot) private even after I've told him not to tell anyone, and he likes to cuddle and can't keep his paws off of me.
But I can pretend. I can be the sweet loving girlfriend that he wants. I can put up with his clumsy dick, him following me about like a sick puppy.
Why?
Because through him I have the most active and fun social life I've ever had. Right now it's worth it.
But I'm feeling myself getting uber bored with it all.
Yeah, I know I sound like a cunt, but...I guess I don't care. I've had my heart broken, I know what it feels like. I don't want to hurt him, after all, he hasn't done anything wrong, but it's going to happen, one way or the other.