| | 15844 | | at 50 i decided to give in to my desire. i joined a mature gay web site and through it i have met mature men. i am relatively passive and enjoy sucking dicks, and if the guy is aggressive enough, i like to get fucked as well. i am a professional, executive, married, kids, and just get the greatest pleasure out of a hard nosed guy putting me in my place and having me do things for him. | | | | | 15843 | | Everything is scary and stressful, so I avoid it all. I skate through life without really experiencing anything. | | | | | 15842 | | Ok...I just ate a KitKat and one of the bars had the wafers in sideways. KitKat needs to fucking fire their quality control manager. That shit should have never been in a store. | | | | | 15839 | | I was molested at 8yrs old by my 2 brothers and my moms boyfriend at the time. I never told anyone. I know now that it has effected my relationships with men. | | | | | 15838 | | So he knows how i feel but it doesn't matter.
this hope i have of us ending up together impedes my relationships with others. i dread the say that i will come to him and say "i met someone." part of me thinks he'll be sad and disappointed and think that i never meant it when i said he was the one...but part of me thinks he's had almost 20 years to do something about it so it should come as no surprise that i might find someone else.
it's difficult for me to accept the fact that he doesn't want me and that's why he hasn't chosen to be with me even though i've said i wanted to be with him. it's difficult for me to accept the fact that he loves me...just not that way.
i wonder if i could ever be with anyone else. i can. i have been. but not completely. not wholeheartedly. and i wonder if it will always be this way. if i will stay alone because he doesn't want to be with me.
half the time it makes me sad, the other half it makes me feel like i should just say something. i see the texts we send, i am so careful in choosing my words...so careful in everything i say..."speak! just say something!" i think that all the time. but i can't. i just cannot.
and while all the things i need to say remain unspoken, years go by and i cannot find comfort in anyone else, because my heart belongs to you. | | | | | 15837 | | I'm seriously tired of this shit. I should break it off...why am I sacrificing my life/happiness so you'll be happy? Maybe after the summer....another shitty one. | | | | | 15836 | | Fuck this shit | | | | | 15835 | | My friend today wore really short shorts to school, and it was nasty. Her thighs jiggled when she walked, and her cellulite clumps or whatever were visible. I didn’t have the heart to tell her. | | | | | 15834 | | I hate my job, but I'm too much of a coward to quit. I feel like I need to come in, even though I'm not making any money and I could save more money staying at home and looking for jobs. I just want to move to where we've been planning to move for nearly a year now and start fresh. | | | | | 15833 | | I love Janet.
She doesn’t know. | | |
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