He’s such an asshole. Sometimes I feel like I’m only a sex object to him. He never takes me out. He never treats me to a nice dinner. He never buys me nice things. The only time he pays attention to me is when he’s drunk. And even that is only when his friends have all gone home. I’ve been with him for a year and a half and I have yet to meet a single one of his buddies. And he never even mentions me to his parents. I hear him talking to them while I’m locked away in that damn bedroom, but my name never comes up. I’m beginning to think he doesn’t love me. We don't even cuddle. As soon as he blows that load, it’s into the shower for me. Just once I’d like to wake up next to him and read the Sunday paper together.
I swear if I had it in me, I’d leave the bastard in a heartbeat.