The only reason I stayed with my last… “boyfriend” (he called us a couple, I didn’t) after finding out that he was a pervert who tried to get into every single girl’s pants that he met was because I lusted after him like crazy. I loved the way he touched me, and the way he kissed me, even though I felt extremely guilty because I had just broken up with someone else. I didn’t want him to do any of it, but once he started I was addicted to the feeling and wanted more. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t resist it. I didn’t want to lose that, so I considered staying with him even longer just to have someone to do things to me, but in the end I decided against it because it made me feel like a s***. I didn’t want to be seen as one either.
