He really turned me onto super hero movies as I helped him appreciate small budget independent films. He was great to go with clothes shopping. Sure, that is a bit of a stereo-type, but he was great at helping me pick out clothes and he had a greater knowledge of style and appreciation of my body than I ever did. I was never embarrassed of my body when I was with him. My passion in bed and my hunger for sex embarrassed and challenged him towards the end, but when he loved me…..
I say that too much… “When he loved me” because there was definitely a time when he did and definitely a time when he stopped. Guess what, I’ve stopped loving him too. Now that I see what he put me through. Now that I see what good love actually looks like and feels like…fuck him for keeping me from that. I never made him stay with me. I set him free at great personal cost, and honestly, I think we are both better for it.
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