Wow. I didn't think it'd go out for three pages. lol I don't have time to reply to everyone.
Thanks so much for everyone's reply and advice. I made a mental tally of all the replies. I think they went like so:
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Get out of this relationship." (Seriously, not something I even considered)
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You're not telling him what you want." (Yeah, I know..lol I can just see it spilling out in some drunken conversation between us: "YOU DON'T KISS ME." and then it'll all hit the fan)
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Stop thinking you're such hot shit, Heather LouAnna, because you're not." (seriously, this last one, if you knew me..lol not gonna happen.
I'm a terribly modest person in all aspects of life, but inside I think I'm the bees knees. Maybe it's that everyone around me constantly tells me I am?)
I don't think a lot of you understand my history properly, as many of the regulars that posted here when I frequently did (over a year ago) have moved on to greener pastures. Before I met this guy oneday, I was a self touting Golden Unicorn - that'd be a Single Female Swinger. I was sometimes dating five men at a time, all who knew about each other, and didn't care I was dating even more than that occasionally. I was the mistress to a married internationally famous mass nude photographer. I was on numerous swinger and dating websites. I'd have sex with sometimes three different guys a week. My record was three in a 24 hour period, all without the knowledge of each other.
A year ago, I never paid for a thing. If I needed sex, a ride somewhere, an escort to the club, anything at all, I could find a man within yelling distance to throw his coat over a puddle for me. You've never seen so much fine china. I don't know how it happened, but I hit a certain age in my life and men started just hanging around me and trying to.....
buy me stuff. It's really hard not to
Anna Nicole out and find some geyser to let me live in his yacht and eat nothing but beluga all day.
I just met my boyfriend oneday at work. He came over and hung out that night, and then DIDN'T GO HOME for an entire year. I stopped calling all my "regulars" and became this
house wife. It was entirely irregular for me and a huge shock to everyone who knew me. He finally moved his stuff in about 9 months in. I pay all the rent and
all the bills. He doesn't lift a finger around the house. I do all the chores, all the dishes, the laundry, the vacuuming, everything. In return, I don't pay for anything outside the household. He pays for all the groceries, anything I ask for, all the times we go out to eat, all the gas his Audi TT eats up, while driving me where I want to go. The guy treats me like a princess and because of that, I feel like I have to wear this fucking chastity belt.
I've drastically changed my lifestyle to be with him and I've been kicking and screaming the entire way. I feel like Samantha Jones in Sex and the City.
Yeah, I just need to sit down and talk to him about it. lol It's so funny, because everytime I try to do something like that, HE'S the one that starts crying. He's more of a woman than me, I swear. <3 lol :biggrin1: