I could never tell him to his face, but I’m not in love with my boyfriend anymore. It’s been a really long time since I’ve felt anything for him other than contempt. He has lied too many times and picks fights over such trivial things. It’s exhausting. I know I should leave him, but things are not always so black and white. I’m 36, and in this big city, I don’t feel like I can be financially stable. It frightens me. He’s not affectionate and doesn’t seem to care about it. On the rare occasion that we have s**, I find myself imagining he’s someone else. Maybe a hot celebrity? Maybe a cute guy at work? Maybe a random stranger? Or just imagine that he’s a guy who actually loves me for who I am and wants a happy life with me? I wish he would pay attention to my body. I want to be studied. I want a man who wants to know every part of my body and my mind. Not to sound conceited, but I’m quite beautiful and friendly. I just need a deeper connection in order to feel…well, WHOLE. Until then, I’ll continue coasting around through life; utterly incomplete.
