I realize that he rarely touched me at all. He wanted sex when he wanted it, but he rarely touched me with affection, and it pisses me off that it took me so long to see him for what he really was. I let myself just go along with the relationship because I thought that was what I was supposed to do. Like a fucking to-do list for life. Have a boyfriend, check. Be happy with the little crumbs he offers, check. Get engaged, ignore that you’re drowning in emptiness, check and check!
