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I texted him tonight just to tell him that I missed him. Told him I was sorry. That homesickness drove me to it. I admitted about two minutes later that I was lying.
I don't miss him because he fucked me like no one else ever has. I don't miss him because he could keep up with my alcoholic tendencies. I don't miss him because he was such an amazing fucking kisser.
I miss him because he didn't treat me like a girl. I am not the type who needs to be coddled. I am not the type who needs to be taken care of. There is a time and place for everything and he respected and understood that. He treated me like an equal.
I see so many of my friends in relationships that consist solely of them playing the typical "girlfriend" role. The being submissive. The shutting their mouths. The nothing but cuddling and giggling and laughing and making googly eyes at their boyfriend.
There is a time and place to be dominated, and that is in the bedroom.
My therapist said she and her feminist friends would be proud.
I don't consider myself a feminist though. I just know what the fuck I do and don't want. I want to be treated like a person. A friend. An equal.
I miss him because he could mention our karass and I got the reference immediately. I miss him because he would sing me Local Natives in bed and tell me I was the only one he could do that with. I miss him because he admitted he would never find anyone like me again.
Alright. Hate life. Need more Xanax. Goodnight.
I don't miss him because he fucked me like no one else ever has. I don't miss him because he could keep up with my alcoholic tendencies. I don't miss him because he was such an amazing fucking kisser.
I miss him because he didn't treat me like a girl. I am not the type who needs to be coddled. I am not the type who needs to be taken care of. There is a time and place for everything and he respected and understood that. He treated me like an equal.
I see so many of my friends in relationships that consist solely of them playing the typical "girlfriend" role. The being submissive. The shutting their mouths. The nothing but cuddling and giggling and laughing and making googly eyes at their boyfriend.
There is a time and place to be dominated, and that is in the bedroom.
My therapist said she and her feminist friends would be proud.
I don't consider myself a feminist though. I just know what the fuck I do and don't want. I want to be treated like a person. A friend. An equal.
I miss him because he could mention our karass and I got the reference immediately. I miss him because he would sing me Local Natives in bed and tell me I was the only one he could do that with. I miss him because he admitted he would never find anyone like me again.
Alright. Hate life. Need more Xanax. Goodnight.