First of all, forgive my English which is far from being perfect. Thanks.
I've have been in a relationship with a guy for almost 5 years now. We've had tough times, for sure, but in the end our mutual love always prevailed. I was NEVER tempted to cheat on him by any means, the mere thought of it would disgust me.
But it's true that over the last few months I've been slightly frustrated with what we do in the bedroom. Won't enter into details, but I thought we were doing the same thing over and over again.
Plus, during the 5 years we've been together, he put on something like 40 lbs, he's taken to refusing (or only after I would plead him something like 50 times) to shave or at least trim his very hairy torso and back (something he would always do at the beginning of our relationship). Obviously, on the other hand, I don't feel entitled to tell him how he must look. Plus, I'm not exactly the best looking guy in the world either.
But I have to admit my sexual desire for him has slowly diminished over the last few months (resulting in me taking less pleasure in sex, sometimes even feeling I HAD to have sex with him, rather than wanted to), but my overall sexual desire never really diminished... which I made up for with masturbation.
And then............. there was last night
Last night I was bored, and connected on some French gay chat (let me insist on the fact I was NOT looking for sex) just... to chat. A guy approached me, we got on quite well with each other. He proposed me to drop by his flat and talk in person, which I didn't refuse -- I was bored and didn't have much to do. Plus, I don't know that many people where I live (I moved in here just two months ago) so I thought it would be nice to make acquaintance with someone who seemed to be an interesting person.
I went at his place, had a drink, we talked for a while about daily life, politics, weather...... really, nothing special
And then... all of a sudden he leaned over to kiss me... and I didn't resist. Worse, he started to grab my crotch and... I didn't react. I even started, just like that, to pet him as well. This went on for a few... seconds ? minutes ? I can't even recall. It was like my body was there but not my spirit. So, after a few seconds / minutes, I stopped everything, feeling uneasy. We resumed chatting and I left the guy's flat, feeling... weird. Not guilty, but weird.
But when I got back home, I started feeling my arms and legs shake. I was having a panic attack, as if I was just realizing what I had done. I spent 20 minutes throwing up in the bathroom. I barely got any sleep last night, couldn't eat anything this morning. My thoughts were all about (and still are, at the moment, since I'm crying while typing this post) how I was a despicable person.
NEVER had I thought such a thing would happen. And now I feel like a piece of sh*t. I feel as if I were Keith Olbermann's "Worst Person in the World".
I know I can't turn back the clock, I know no one forced me into what I did... and yet I feel like it wasn't me doing this. Believe this, I love my boyfriend more than anything in the world. And I don't know what would happen to me if I lost him.
But what must I do ?
Not tell him, and risk permanent feelings of guilt and sickness ?
Tell him, and risk losing him ?
Guys, I know you can't do much for me but... I have to send this SOS.
Thanks in advance for those of you who took time to read all of this, and even more thanks for those who will be kind enough to drop a line.
-- J.
I've have been in a relationship with a guy for almost 5 years now. We've had tough times, for sure, but in the end our mutual love always prevailed. I was NEVER tempted to cheat on him by any means, the mere thought of it would disgust me.
But it's true that over the last few months I've been slightly frustrated with what we do in the bedroom. Won't enter into details, but I thought we were doing the same thing over and over again.
Plus, during the 5 years we've been together, he put on something like 40 lbs, he's taken to refusing (or only after I would plead him something like 50 times) to shave or at least trim his very hairy torso and back (something he would always do at the beginning of our relationship). Obviously, on the other hand, I don't feel entitled to tell him how he must look. Plus, I'm not exactly the best looking guy in the world either.
But I have to admit my sexual desire for him has slowly diminished over the last few months (resulting in me taking less pleasure in sex, sometimes even feeling I HAD to have sex with him, rather than wanted to), but my overall sexual desire never really diminished... which I made up for with masturbation.
And then............. there was last night
Last night I was bored, and connected on some French gay chat (let me insist on the fact I was NOT looking for sex) just... to chat. A guy approached me, we got on quite well with each other. He proposed me to drop by his flat and talk in person, which I didn't refuse -- I was bored and didn't have much to do. Plus, I don't know that many people where I live (I moved in here just two months ago) so I thought it would be nice to make acquaintance with someone who seemed to be an interesting person.
I went at his place, had a drink, we talked for a while about daily life, politics, weather...... really, nothing special
And then... all of a sudden he leaned over to kiss me... and I didn't resist. Worse, he started to grab my crotch and... I didn't react. I even started, just like that, to pet him as well. This went on for a few... seconds ? minutes ? I can't even recall. It was like my body was there but not my spirit. So, after a few seconds / minutes, I stopped everything, feeling uneasy. We resumed chatting and I left the guy's flat, feeling... weird. Not guilty, but weird.
But when I got back home, I started feeling my arms and legs shake. I was having a panic attack, as if I was just realizing what I had done. I spent 20 minutes throwing up in the bathroom. I barely got any sleep last night, couldn't eat anything this morning. My thoughts were all about (and still are, at the moment, since I'm crying while typing this post) how I was a despicable person.
NEVER had I thought such a thing would happen. And now I feel like a piece of sh*t. I feel as if I were Keith Olbermann's "Worst Person in the World".
I know I can't turn back the clock, I know no one forced me into what I did... and yet I feel like it wasn't me doing this. Believe this, I love my boyfriend more than anything in the world. And I don't know what would happen to me if I lost him.
But what must I do ?
Not tell him, and risk permanent feelings of guilt and sickness ?
Tell him, and risk losing him ?
Guys, I know you can't do much for me but... I have to send this SOS.
Thanks in advance for those of you who took time to read all of this, and even more thanks for those who will be kind enough to drop a line.
-- J.

