I just said something mean about an Ex. I called him a Jackass. I feel bad. He isn't really. well, ok, maybe he is. I think where I am concerned, he might agree.
The third and final chapter:
C and I got along great. It took us a year and a half to decide that we both wanted more out of each other (comittment. before that, he was my first and last boy toy.) We moved in together. Suddenly, he didn't have quite so much time. He would choose classes that kept him out until after I was in bed. For some reason, he didn't get the hint when I would wander about brazenly nakid and announce that I was going to bed. I gave him my emotional best and everything I had. He sent me away for the company of his Ex. It's no wonder I am afraid to get too close to BF.
He doesn't know these things, we don't discuss our past. I'm trying to live in the present. Why do I keep dwelling on the past?