1 yr 3 mos
I can't believe you lied to me. I'm totally disgusted. Part of me wants to believe your p*** addiction should be fine. All over the internet, I read men justifying it to themselves, saying they'll never stop. It's a problem if I ask you to stop, and you swear to me weeks later you have, and then I have to find
GIRL EATS HER OWN P****
in your f****** searches. And self cunninglus. And cream pies, and indian chicks, and black chicks, and thin girls f****** c**** too big for their p******, and t** jobs, and facials.
How can you think for one second those words will not be forever burned into my memory? I promise you, I will. Never. Forget.
I want to move on, sure, p*** isn't something you break up over. But I feel dirty when I sleep with you now. I did everything you wanted before- I go down on you and I f****** love it, I rock your world and I look you in the eye the entire time at least four times a week. Now I feel like I'm not enough for you.
I don't know how to move on. I've lost all my faith in you. You give me your word you'll stop and I still doubt you will. If I catch you again, I'll leave you.
I'm blindly in love with you, but I've never been more wounded.