The dawning of the first day of the rest of your life is seeing... they didn't like you. They liked that you were willing to do the dumb , or complicated, casually demoralizing shit they convinced themselves (usually in council with also porn addled folks) they liked because it moved a faulty needle a bit & gave them hope.

That's why you lose your shit when you discover who they actually like, oftentimes recognizing it before they do. & notice I said 'Who' , not 'What' or 'How.'

So it becomes this thing...are you going to keep living that lie, punishing both of yall for the initially damn near unavoidable in this performance-ridden time ignorance? Or are you going to tell them to go live their truth ( because ya do care for them) so your truth can find you?

It's...not your fault he doesn't know what he wants. He never stopped having psychologically disappointing sex to figure it out...and you never stopped accepting subpar sex. Everybody needs to chill.

... That truly warmed my heart.

I'm sweet as cherry pie but all of heaven& hell knows imma punch a mug before I people- please anybody trying to milk a teat passively. 🐄