So I'd been in a relationship with a gal, an aspiring model and submissive.
Of course she needed rescuing when we met... I thought I did a good job preventing myself from getting sucked into those situations... but alas... I'm not even going to go into the myriad of ways I went out of my way, and against my gut to support her emotionally and physically.
She could almost never do basic chores, she became indebted to us for over a grand in rent and utilities... oh and fucking bail money.
She became more and more argumentative, and even abusive over the last two months.
I don't think any of that was things she intended to do. But the more I tried to help her overcome that, the worse it got.
Ultimately I just couldn't take any more... the obvious misinterpretations of what I said... the insults about my logical reasoning skills because of it... the constant berating for not being able to find work... the refusal to support me even emotionally in my starting a motorcycle repair business.
Then there was the pregnancy... she took two birth control tests... but neither one were available for me to look at till 6 hours or more later. She absolutely refused to go to a doctor. And she changed her mind with regards to keeping it twice (three different decisions) only the first choice included any discussion with me... after that her changing her mind was entirely based on assumption of my desires, and discussion with other people. We're not even going to go into the fact that she misrepresented to me the status of her period and begged me to cum inside her two days in a row putting a lot of effort into proving to me that it was okay when I had my doubts and told her I wanted to wait till I saw for myself.
Fuck the pregnancy "revelation" didn't even come up until I was already very close to breaking up with her.
Personally I think I should have kicked her out when I saw her book collection was almost entirely romance novels and Scientology books.
Ultimately I ended it when she left for Austin to visit her "other" boyfriend and after being two days late coming home, wouldn't respond to the simple question of when she was coming home.
Interestingly enough... the day following telling her that our relationship was over, and that she was going to have to learn to live with the consequences of her being self-absorbed, I get a response from this ever so cute little brainiac gal. Oh she has her foibles... but this one at least can communicate clearly most of the time... and doesn't take offense to questions clarifying something she's stated. She might not be as "sultry" looking as the ex... but she's just as attractive in her own ways... and in light of what I've been through emotionally she's about a thousand times more attractive.
I'm taking it easy though... I know I've been hurt... and anything looks better than the bitch that hurt me. And getting intimacy from someone new were I'd been missing it before is really fucking nice for once.
Oh and the new gal is actually considerate. Rather than demanding.
Of course she needed rescuing when we met... I thought I did a good job preventing myself from getting sucked into those situations... but alas... I'm not even going to go into the myriad of ways I went out of my way, and against my gut to support her emotionally and physically.
She could almost never do basic chores, she became indebted to us for over a grand in rent and utilities... oh and fucking bail money.
She became more and more argumentative, and even abusive over the last two months.
I don't think any of that was things she intended to do. But the more I tried to help her overcome that, the worse it got.
Ultimately I just couldn't take any more... the obvious misinterpretations of what I said... the insults about my logical reasoning skills because of it... the constant berating for not being able to find work... the refusal to support me even emotionally in my starting a motorcycle repair business.
Then there was the pregnancy... she took two birth control tests... but neither one were available for me to look at till 6 hours or more later. She absolutely refused to go to a doctor. And she changed her mind with regards to keeping it twice (three different decisions) only the first choice included any discussion with me... after that her changing her mind was entirely based on assumption of my desires, and discussion with other people. We're not even going to go into the fact that she misrepresented to me the status of her period and begged me to cum inside her two days in a row putting a lot of effort into proving to me that it was okay when I had my doubts and told her I wanted to wait till I saw for myself.
Fuck the pregnancy "revelation" didn't even come up until I was already very close to breaking up with her.
Personally I think I should have kicked her out when I saw her book collection was almost entirely romance novels and Scientology books.
Ultimately I ended it when she left for Austin to visit her "other" boyfriend and after being two days late coming home, wouldn't respond to the simple question of when she was coming home.
Interestingly enough... the day following telling her that our relationship was over, and that she was going to have to learn to live with the consequences of her being self-absorbed, I get a response from this ever so cute little brainiac gal. Oh she has her foibles... but this one at least can communicate clearly most of the time... and doesn't take offense to questions clarifying something she's stated. She might not be as "sultry" looking as the ex... but she's just as attractive in her own ways... and in light of what I've been through emotionally she's about a thousand times more attractive.
I'm taking it easy though... I know I've been hurt... and anything looks better than the bitch that hurt me. And getting intimacy from someone new were I'd been missing it before is really fucking nice for once.
Oh and the new gal is actually considerate. Rather than demanding.
pyromethious:
I'm not sure where to start, but I guess I'll leave it at 'ride the waves, keep an eye on the shore'.
striped_eclair:
aaawww...I'd offer hugs if my arms were long enough, but as it is, I'm glad everything seems to have worked out for the better