email: think of you

I think of you often and hope you are ok. May life give all you need and hope for.
sincerely,
t

Retro: Give, and you shall be taken.

Retrospection... (my ex, once removed)

About 3 years into the relationship, I gave her a promise ring. We didn't have plans to marry, that was just a piece of paper, and not something we needed. Nevertheless, I did want to make sure she knew that I was hers, I was committed to us. I never got an equivalent back from her.

I would kiss and hug her when I got home for the day, every day (until she stopped making an effort to even quit playing minesweeper to greet me). In that brief moment, I would often (near always) get a "woody". She turned me on. Never once was that acted upon when I got home.

I played intramural softball for about 5 years, around 18 games a year spread out over the semesters. She never came to a game. I asked. I'd have to prompt her to ask me how I performed in the game when I got home, and I was usually excited about it.

12 weeks in Montana over 3 vacations... sex one time and I had to basically beg for it.
About twice a year we'd vacation/visit her hometown, about 24 visits. No sex ever. oral? hah. not even a makeout session.
2 times to New Orleans... last time, last night, another beg.

My friends would go dancing to '80s music a couple times a month. It was something we had done early in the relationship (still picture her dancing at Florida Theater). She never would go. Would she ask me to stay home with her, watch a movie, cook, read, sex? Nope. Did I attend her events and gatherings with her friends? Yep.

Cleaning off an old backup hard drive, I found an old paper of hers for a class back in 2001. It was an autobiography titled "My Life Story". I'm not in it. In 2001, we would have been together for 7 years.

We never went to my family back home for Christmas. Always hers.

She never kept a photo of me in her office. Other photos were up, but just not one of me. I kept in my office my favorite of her dressed as a pirate.

Breaking up took two, 1 hour sessions of talking. She didn't fight for us. No "but I love you and want to grow old with you." She even moved herself into the spare bedroom before the talking was done.

What a chump, loving dumbass chump.