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Slut
What happens when you're a horny college student who's with someone you actually love (not marriage kind of love but love nonetheless), when your circumstances separate you and your boyfriend across hundreds of miles over the summer, leaving you to substitute phone calls and text messages for physical presence and pillow talk?
What do you do when the communication between the two of you is so robust you can discuss anything, so that even when you start going out and visiting Gay clubs in the town you're temporarily in, you're not afraid to be 100% honest with your boyfriend even when you fuck up and let someone make out with you while you're drunk and having a good time?
How do you talk through your desires to simultaneously want a relationship in the coming fall, and the 24/7 phone support you've been receiving the whole summer with your significant other, while also understandably wondering what some of the local flavors might be like...
How do you reconcile the reality of wanting to have sex with other attractive guys (you are in college of course!) with wanting the stability of an enduring and trusting relationship?
My bf and I broke up recently, and I feel like it has to do with the fact that I was honest about how I was feeling about other guys. I mentioned the possibility of an open relationship and all, but that just made him extremely jealous, if he wasn't jealous enough before. And then of course when I jerked off on Skype with someone else [obviously not my bf] who's hundreds of miles away, I get an epiphany, and think it would be the right thing to do to be honest and tell my bf exactly what I did, and maybe figure out why I went through with it.
I think for him that was the last straw. He just broke up with me, and when he called me he seemed pretty convinced in the tone of his voice that I just don't love him as much as he loves me. That I just don't care, because these clearly grave fuck-ups (three months into our long-distance set up) just prove I can't be trusted. I guess I just believed what he told me, and I didn't feel like putting up a fight. Instead of summoning up an elaborate and graceful response, like I might normally do, I just found myself collapsing under the exhaustion of the idea of an imminent break up. And at the precise moment, I just didn't care enough to argue.
I don't know what else to say right now. If anyone has some kind of advice, or words of encouragement, please share them. If you have questions, ask. I'm not crying right now, but I am very much taking the time to think about things carefully right now.
What do you do when the communication between the two of you is so robust you can discuss anything, so that even when you start going out and visiting Gay clubs in the town you're temporarily in, you're not afraid to be 100% honest with your boyfriend even when you fuck up and let someone make out with you while you're drunk and having a good time?
How do you talk through your desires to simultaneously want a relationship in the coming fall, and the 24/7 phone support you've been receiving the whole summer with your significant other, while also understandably wondering what some of the local flavors might be like...
How do you reconcile the reality of wanting to have sex with other attractive guys (you are in college of course!) with wanting the stability of an enduring and trusting relationship?
My bf and I broke up recently, and I feel like it has to do with the fact that I was honest about how I was feeling about other guys. I mentioned the possibility of an open relationship and all, but that just made him extremely jealous, if he wasn't jealous enough before. And then of course when I jerked off on Skype with someone else [obviously not my bf] who's hundreds of miles away, I get an epiphany, and think it would be the right thing to do to be honest and tell my bf exactly what I did, and maybe figure out why I went through with it.
I think for him that was the last straw. He just broke up with me, and when he called me he seemed pretty convinced in the tone of his voice that I just don't love him as much as he loves me. That I just don't care, because these clearly grave fuck-ups (three months into our long-distance set up) just prove I can't be trusted. I guess I just believed what he told me, and I didn't feel like putting up a fight. Instead of summoning up an elaborate and graceful response, like I might normally do, I just found myself collapsing under the exhaustion of the idea of an imminent break up. And at the precise moment, I just didn't care enough to argue.
I don't know what else to say right now. If anyone has some kind of advice, or words of encouragement, please share them. If you have questions, ask. I'm not crying right now, but I am very much taking the time to think about things carefully right now.









