I have conflicted feelings about my boyfriend. I like some things about him, he's funny, and I like doing stuff with him. He's enjoyable to be around if

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I have conflicted feelings about my boyfriend.

I like some things about him, he’s funny, and I like doing stuff with him. He’s enjoyable to be around if you shut off your brain.

But then he is a slob, bad hygiene, expects me to be like a housewife but won’t take on the husband role-he thinks f****** me is enough (he’s like a living v*******), constantly broke (I don’t mind paying sometimes but now he almost never buys me a thing-yet to cheat he is willing to buy stuff to get the women he cheats with to open their legs even though he has a supportive, attractive, loving, loyal girlfriend)

I’ve done a lot for him. Lots of people say I could do better. I have supported him. I keep myself looking cute for him. I clean, cook, do whatever he wants. But somehow it’s not enough. I’m literally a living “waifu” (like those perfect anime girls) for him and it’s not enough. Long hair, slim, cute clothes, clean, cook, whatever he asks I will do my best to satisfy him. It’s not enough. He strays, he lies, he doesn’t want to own up to it. Like he wants to be in denial. He cheats with women much much older, less attractive, and more vindictive than me. Women who will destroy his property. I have been hurt by him and never destroyed anything of his.

It sounds horrible and like hell but then he has moments where he is nice to me, swears he loves me, if I leave he tries to get me back, and the biggest thing is he’s my only friend. I’m very shy and a introvert. It’s so hard for me to meet people or make friends. If I lose him I will be alone. But with him it’s like a rollercoaster where one moment I am very happy and the next I feel tortured.

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When Santa came on Christmas he would give me extra present if I didn’t tell anyone he kisses my who who. He let on to his d0ng while kissing me for a new pair of pink shoes with lights. I write letters to Santa and asked for what I wanted the special present to be. Santa said it will take longer k!sses to be good enough for that big of gift. I looked forward to being s&cked l1cked and k!ssed more than the presents when I was 10 but by then I knew it was my Moms Dad on holidays dressed as Santa, the Easter bunny, Uncle Sam, a clown at my birthday party and a Pilgrim. I asked mom if I could spend a weekend with Pawpa and Mema, she asked if I was certain that was what I wanted to do. Mema said I’ll teach her Appalachian cookin but I spent most of the time with Pawpa building bird houses and fishing. He did his kissing like before with a new trick, pushing his d0ng into my who who a ways he squirted inside me every night. I begged to stay with them as often as I could, after a couple years we progressed to full penetration. Mom made me go on the pill before I turned 13 saying she knew what I was doing to her daddy and she knew it felt to good to stop. She just didn’t to see me with a baby like she had at my age.

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