There’s the ex I just didn’t have time for, the ex whose emotional needs were so high I was exhausted in six months, the ex whose complete inability to see me highlighted my alcoholism, and then there’s you.
And I still wonder how you’re with her, when you lasted so long with me, and you could not have picked someone more different. (This, tho, assumes too much agency for you I think. You who always picks the path of least resistance.)
And you’re gonna cum to another boring blow job video tonight, after playing xbox for two more hours when she’s gone to sleep, because this is comfortable, because this is what is known. Should I regret losing this?