Anyone else here who decided not to stay friends with their exes?
so unbelievably horny right now,
You know you really love a guy when you've been together less than a year and you're still attracted to him after he gets a very different haircut
November 23, 2018 Whenever I start or want to do something enthusiasticly it feels like mother always stop me to do just because she thinks it is not right according to her traditional beliefs and own satisfaction. It's tiring. I want to see the world, explore, widen my circle. But I am stuck here because mother thinks it's safe from where I am which is here with her. I want to take risk and learn. I think sometimes the place where you think is safe is not really safe. I am starting to hate my mother but I know I don't have the right. But what she does to me makes me feel depressed and stuck. I want to go away so bad but at the same time I don't want to hurt her and father. I am so messed ): halp.
30 days till Christmas, and all I know is I'm not quite ready to let go of last year. I have so much to show. One more month, and all I need is a sign from you that you think of me; if you don't, then please just say so... cause all I do is think of you. Who would've thought that someone like me could've fallen in love so easily? I know that you know that I know what I want... I know I can't have it, but give it a thought. I know that it sounds crazy, baby, but all I do is think of you, and it's wearing me out, it's wearing me down. This holiday is nothing but frowns for me, but I've got a gift, you see; I'm making a list- hell, I'll check it twice- of all the things you've done in my life. Then I'll send it your way, so you see why I love everything you throw my way. I know it's hard to say, but it's a crying shame that I came all this way with so much to say, but all that came out was "happy holiday"... A home cooked meal and a nice, warm bed, somebody to love, a place to lay my head... But I got 30 days, and I'ma make them count, cause I can't call it Christmas without someone to smile about.
the idea of watching my wife have sex with other men turns me on
I'm that Pseudo-Incel guy with the date from a few month/quarter a year ago. This is gonna be the ramblings of an 18th-century poet, but I'm in a happy relationship now and probably am the best I've ever been in relation to my mental health and outlook on life...I even had to realize that I do not look that bad. Feeling genuinly loved makes it really damn hard to be hateful - and that's a really good thing. Surely, I dread the day on which the relationship goes to waste, but as long as my girlfriend is the one making somewhat unrealistic but certainly lovely and very desireable plans for our future, I allow myself to live in the illusion that true love is forever...well, I guess love is forever, but only for few - so I hope we're some of the happy few...also: While hatred is a great motivation, loving and being loved makes life overall easier...also we're both very similar people, with similar backstories, who have gotten bullied and wronged a lot in life, it had just felt so very satisfying when we simultaniously came to the conclusion that our relationship is fate's atonement for all the injustice we had to suffer.
explicit: my hand smells like my BFs dick. and its turning me on while im sitting in class
I wish I could find a gf. Period. But also a gf that was into incest roleplay. That would be a bonus.
I am beyond thankful to have a fiance who spent all day, literally all day, working on my car. I'm thankful for his sister who helped us today with going to the stores to get stuff to fix my car. I'm thankful to have had him in my life for three very happy years. I've never had to doubt how much he loves me or if I really love him. We've had arguments, rarely, but even during those arguments I didn't question if I still loved him. I've never stopped loving him, we've never taken a break. He means the world to me. I consider his nephews as my own. His family is my family. I have never felt so comfortable with anyone like I am with him. I don't have to apologize for being myself, unless I did something to hurt him. I'm not afraid to be vulnerable. He really is the one for me.