I'm trying to understand what my deal is with this guy (and it feels good to vent) I got to know him better when he was sharing a house with my ex, i'd be over there to pick up or drop of the kids and i got to know him, loved spending time hanging out and talking with him, we fucked, things were a little weird and then settled again, i didnt know how i felt at that point but a little later i figured it out, i told him, BIG MISTAKE, it all just got stranger from there.
Before the sex, we spent a drunken night together in each others arms, (no sex, no kissing) and he told me he feared intimacy, warned me he was nasty, why didnt i listen.
we didnt see each other for awhile, then when we did we fucked, why did i let my guard down? why kid myself that we could be friends. I cant handle this situation, i should walk away, but it doesnt feel right to, but where does that leave my self respect?
I hate the fact that it seems i actually really, really love this guy. I can imagine spending forever with him.
when he isnt being odd.
