I've been feeling my love for my boyfriend wane since I met this girl. I still hold a lot of affection for him, but when I spend time with her, I feel

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I’ve been feeling my love for my boyfriend wane since I met this girl. I still hold a lot of affection for him, but when I spend time with her, I feel euphoric. I feel awful about it since he’s a lovely guy – but I feel happier and more true to myself when I’m with her. She understands me so much more. She has goals, ambitions and she’s so adorable. When I’m with her, I feel as if I could be a better human with her to guide me. Whereas with him, I feel suffocated. He’s childish, completely out of touch with the world, unwilling to join in with society and wants me to spend ALL my time with him. He’s uneducated, not well dressed and frankly often guilts me into making bad choices. He has his good qualities, don’t get me wrong, but I feel like he’s stunting my growth.

I want to leave him, so that I may be with this girl that shines like the sun in my eyes, but I’m stuck with the guilt of abandoning someone who I genuinely don’t think could make it on his own.

Between someone I want around because I think she’s wonderful, and someone I keep around out of pity and fear.

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