I Finally Did It
I finally invited The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of (Guy) to mine, to do the dreaded deed… AKA break up with him. And yes, I finally did it. I broke up with him. I actually did it this time.
I think?
It started with a chat / I finally did it
We’ve officially been in a relationship for about a month and a half. Maybe a bit longer. We’ve been “dating” since April, so four or five months in total. He’s dropped the L-word a handful of times, but I haven’t/don’t feel that way towards him… and, according to him, it’s been super obvious.
Guy told me that he wanted more of my time and attention. I mean, that’s fair enough, but I don’t have more time or attention to give. There’s my main job, my freelancing job, maintaining a home, trying to find the time to socialise…
It’s not like I have a whole lot of free time on my hands as it is.
Anyway, after a long chat I managed to persuade him that it was better that we broke up. I actually think I managed to somehow persuade him that it was all his idea, so that’s a little win I didn’t expect.
We both agreed that the relationship wasn’t going in the right direction for either of us. He’s 28 and wants to settle down and start making babies. I’ve already got one marriage under my belt, and I’m not even divorced yet. It’s definitely not a move I’m desperate to repeat in a hurry.
Guy wants a “proper” relationship – holding hands in the street, public displays of affection, so on and so forth. That’s not really the kind of girl I am. I don’t mind a bit of cuteness in public, but I’m not really a big fan of massive PDAs.
He gets jealous easily, too. He doesn’t like one particular friend/ex because I’m apparently jealous of his new relationship*. (*That’s The Lapdog, and I’ll tell you about him soon… but I am a bit jealous.) Guy’s not overly fond of me hanging out with people without him, particularly if there are men involved. It’s already pissing me off a little.
The sensible option is for us to part ways, right? What’s the point in either of us wasting time on something that we’re both sure we don’t want?!
Oops
I let him stay the night. I felt bad about kicking him out after he’d travelled all the way to mine, plus we were still on good terms. I also thought it might be nice to give him a parting blowjob, though it was only partially for his benefit. I just wanted to get my hands on him one last time, and it’s not like he wasn’t 100% down for the offer.
We did what we did and fell asleep, and then the morning came around.
“If we’re meant to be together, we’ll get back together,” was his parting line.
24 hours later
I woke up the next day to a barrage of text messages. He doesn’t want us to break up. I gave up too soon. Let’s fight for something amazing. Don’t I want to see how good things could be?
How many times do you think I’m going to need to tell this chap that I’m not interested before he finally gets the hint? It was the blowjob, wasn’t it? I shouldn’t have done that. I gave him false hope.
Maybe I don’t have the time for a boyfriend? Perhaps I should look for more of a fuck buddy than a boyfriend? Someone who’ll be there for me when I need to get laid before disappearing into the sunset when I need to get back to business.
At the end of it all, I’m single again. I finally did it. It’s what I wanted, but it still doesn’t feel great.
I made the right decision…
Right?
Thanks so much for reading my blog today! 🖤
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Ah. It was the parting blowjob… Of course he wanted you back. A good BJ is hard to find. : )
-True
Hahahaha thanks! Couldn’t let him go without a parting something. He wanted anal – we compromised on a BJ 😉