My boyfriend, whom I work with, broke up with me a month ago but said he still wanted to be friends, best friends, which is how we started. I didn’t kick him out because he said he wanted to be there for me. I’ve still been having sex with him. Even after I found out that he’d been lying, but not cheating on me, during our relationship. Even though I know he lies to me still. Even though he’s out there acting the player. I finally took back my key, told him to get his stuff out, but when we sleep together, he stays the night. He’s still affectionate toward me, the way he touches me, my hair, my back, hugs. He still spends time at my house and chills like when he was practically living there. He has made it clear, repeatedly, that we are not dating, that he is not my boyfriend. But it’s like he wants all those nice parts of being together and none of the commitment. He gets jealous. Very jealous when I’m out hanging with other guys in a group. When we’re out at a bar together in a group, we both get drunk, and emotional, and fight, and it usually ends in us having sex and his sleeping over, including cuddling in the morning. He still calls and texts me to tell me all his exciting news or when something’s wrong. When I try to pull away, he says I have attitude or I’m being a baby. I don’t know what to do. I can’t seem to let go. I am resolved, and then when I see him again, it dissolves. It was a hard year for both of us and we got each other through a lot of bad times, but his story of wanting to be around to support me just seems like an excuse for him to play me, get what he wants and not really give anything. I feel like a fool. I know he’s the idiot and throwing a good thing away, but, I just can’t cut him out of my life. I don’t know what to do.
I’m considering reporting my mother’s abuse. The other day she gave me a lot of scratches on my arm. For the first time in 17 years I have physical proof. But I’m scared. I’m scared of going up to the health office and having them claim it’s just a cat scratch, or that I did it myself because I’m bratty white trash, or having the police go to my house and having my mom assert the same things. Or even that it was accidental, or so minor that it’s not worth investigating. I’m afraid they won’t believe me. And I’m afraid I might tear the family apart if they do. I want help, and I’m sick of people telling me to wait until I’m 18, I can’t wait anymore, especially since I know I won’t have the means to move out. I can’t have my dad keep ignoring what’s going on hoping that it’ll get better, and I can’t be constantly watched and bullied for doing the wrong thing, I can’t do it anymore. But I don’t know if I can do this.
Much to my embarrassment, I have a crush on the guy who works in the electronics department at Target.
I’ve wanted to ask you out for over a year, I don’t know if you like me or just think of me as another regular customer. I know this is crazy because we only make small talk, but I swear I DREAM about you being the mother of my children.
I’m super shy and never been in a long term relationship but have had my heart kicked around before; I’m SO scared of falling in love with you then losing you. If I ever get the balls to ask you out and we start a relationship, I bet you’ll eventually leave me and break my heart, because I doubt there’s anything you could do to to make me not what to be with you.
I’ve never met any other woman that I could so easily imagine being “The One.”
I’m so fucking crazy about you!, every time I pull into the Wholefoods parking lot I tell myself, ‘If I see you, I’m going to ask you out’ but as soon as I see your face, my mind turns stupid and my body runs on autopilot.