Hey all, well my keyboard is still not fixed at home, so I am still not able to do much online. So, I can come on a little bit at work still as they have not moved me up front yet.
Well, this weekend went alright. Jason (my roomie and ex) and I went to Wisconsin for his sister's graduation. I must admit, being amongst his family made me just long for us to be back together again. Everything just works and fits right. We can yell at each other yet still know that we love each other. Our families are used to the other one, they even almost completely accept the other as a part of the family.
So while I was longing for things to be the way they were the only thing he was concerned about was in his pants. (don't get offended by that!) And of course, me being a stupid fucking girl, I mistook that for a sign that he wanted me back. It hurt, a lot. It still hurts. It hurts that he means so much to me and I feel that I no longer mean that much to him. I mean, I know he loves me, and I know he wants to remain my best friend, but he means more to me than just a really good friend and a good round of sex.
Our sex life has gotten to the point where I am comfortable enough to actually focus on myself and then focus on him, where before, I was so concerned about him, and uncomfortable with the way I looked that even though I got off, the act wasn't what it is now.
So this weekend went alright dispite the fact that I feel like a complete moron loser for misinterpreting him. It really does hurt...
Well, this weekend went alright. Jason (my roomie and ex) and I went to Wisconsin for his sister's graduation. I must admit, being amongst his family made me just long for us to be back together again. Everything just works and fits right. We can yell at each other yet still know that we love each other. Our families are used to the other one, they even almost completely accept the other as a part of the family.
So while I was longing for things to be the way they were the only thing he was concerned about was in his pants. (don't get offended by that!) And of course, me being a stupid fucking girl, I mistook that for a sign that he wanted me back. It hurt, a lot. It still hurts. It hurts that he means so much to me and I feel that I no longer mean that much to him. I mean, I know he loves me, and I know he wants to remain my best friend, but he means more to me than just a really good friend and a good round of sex.
Our sex life has gotten to the point where I am comfortable enough to actually focus on myself and then focus on him, where before, I was so concerned about him, and uncomfortable with the way I looked that even though I got off, the act wasn't what it is now.
So this weekend went alright dispite the fact that I feel like a complete moron loser for misinterpreting him. It really does hurt...
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I have no idea what i'd do in your situation. If I split up with my girl but still lived with her i'd still desire her and my head and heart would be flying all over the place.
If you can both handle staying friends but still having sex then its cool but usually you shouldn't have sex with friends because they stop being your friend.
I hope I haven't pissed you off with my comment. Have a cool week and don't let life get you down.