Have you ever been in a relationship that you KNEW was too good to be true?
Every week there was a new date idea. He planned a cute fishing trip or a day to the markets because he knew you loved patting the baby animals. He paid for your movie, and always ordered a large because he knew that when you said ‘I’m not hungry’ it really meant ‘I won’t be hungry until I see your food.’
Two years ago I started dating one of the most amazing people I have ever met. We used to always go to movies, go out to dinner, spend our free time together… and then life happened. Granted, every time we DID go out it was because I had planned it and spent days worrying over which place would be the most perfect one. I remember always coming home from work and stopping by his house because I had missed his smile during the day. I remember looking for activities like archery and go-karting because I knew he loved to do them and because I wanted to surprise him and make him happy. To this day, I still do this. I try and go above and beyond because honestly, I would bend over backwards for this man.
But you know what the funny thing is? He doesn’t do the same.
I have never understood why males think so utterly opposite to women. It’s amazing to me that we are polar opposites, but we were literally created to join and reproduce. WHY???????
Anyone ever been in a relationship with their toddler? Obviously not literally, but HE ACTS LIKE SUCH A LITTLE BABY IT’S BASICALLY THE SAME THING. Let me list a few of the phrases I say on a daily basis: Please clean your room it’s fucking disgusting, can you please wash your sheets it’s been like 4 months, would you mind washing your hair it’s oily and smells gross?????????, put the rubbish in the bin not on the floor, can you use deoderant you STANKY. IT’S NOT HARD BOYS, HYGIENE IS ATTRACTIVE TO US!
Anyway to the main part of my post ——-
How do you leave, when the only thing your heart wants to do is stay?
I know I should leave, we argue over little things all the time. We’ve started arguing a lot before bed, to which he says he’s going to bed without helping resolve it which pisses me off more. He likes motorbikes, but it’s gotten to a point where he spends more time messaging his mechanic mates than talking to me and he’s always on his phone looking at bikes for sale. It scares the living hell out of me to leave, because of how much history we have, but I know that I need to go.
So basically boys, kindly go fuck yourself.
Wedgling.
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