Yeah that's me, I've thought that about myself for as long as I can remember. And every guy I have been in a relationship with, has always proven it to me.
I read a statistic that 70% of men watch P. In my experience with relationships, I have observed a full 100%. Every single guy I have had a relationship with, or dated, has been a user of P.
I despise P, have done for years. I could never understand the attraction or the desire to watch it. For me I equate sx with love. Sx is an expression of emotion to me, and I would never make it in any casual relationship. My heart would be trampled.
I thought Mr.Nice Guy was going to be different. After meeting Mr.Nice Guy, I had a glimmer of hope. He seemed caring, sincere, respecting of women, and often told me how he would never think of objectifying women in any way, and how he only thinks about me.
I was wrong.
It turns out even Mr. Nice Guy, my one chance at being comfortable and safe, has an affinity for P as well. My heart sinks.
I only found out about it by chance. We live on separate continents for now, and I've been waiting to be with him for over a year. I happened to discover a post on a forum about a reality show which involved ex P stars. How silly of me to think that he would be any different than the rest. He's admitted everything, but only because he was caught.
I think the worst part for me is the crushing reality that I have never been, and never will be enough for any partner I will ever or have had. Men are opportunists and will never be satisfied with the same woman long term. I've always hated myself, felt disgusted with my appearance and felt inferior to attractive women. One night I thought...wouldn't it be a nice idea for me to take sxy pics of myself and send them to Mr. Nice Guy for him to look at and ease any bordedom caused by our temporary separation. The joke is on me. Not only did he not seem that interested in the pics, he continued to pursue P over them.
Not just a slap in the face, more like a kick in the teeth. I had laid my boundaries about P right from the beginning with him. He knew my opinions about it, my disgust for it, and my intolerance. That could've been his escape route but no, he thought it would be a fantastic idea to string me along, hide and lie about what he does, and continually break his promise to me.
I told him soon after we met how much I hated P, and how hurt I have been in the past by boyfriends, even my ex husband by their use of P. My marriage dissolved after 2 years because of a few reasons, P being high on the list.
I have had a variety of responses from the men I've been with. "Get over it, every guy does it." "You will NEVER find 1 man who doesn't watch P." "Men are visual sxually, they need visual stimulation." or even the most resonating, "Shut up and deal with it."
Help me...I am the common denominator.
I feel so disgusting, I want to crawl in a hole and rot. I can't stand thinking about how nasty and repulsive I am. I will never measure up, I will never be enough.......i'm not enough, not enough.
I just want to be alone, where no man can hurt me again, just leave me alone! After Mr. Nice Guy, who I wanted to be with forever, thought we were soul mates, I am destroyed.
I want to find the biggest rock and just crawl under it one last time. No pressure, no unattainable standards....no hurting.
I hate you, I love you...I hate loving you.
Most of all I hate myself.
































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