So here's the first...
Ok so... We are just friends; 'best friends' but no more than that, which was a decison I had to make, because she wouldn't, or couldn't.
I am not in love with her anymore. I care for her as a friend, as someone I have been through a lot with, etc... But the thought of being closer to her than a hug, anything affectionate, disgusts and scares me.
I think the scared part of that is mad up of two feelings. Obviously I don't want to be too close and give her the wrong idea. I am scared that she wil think I want her back. Which I don't.
The second part is a little embarassing. I can't masturbate - never have ben able to, although I have tried, of course, I can't acheive anything other than frustration.
So I have a couple of years (thats how long its been since I had anything close to a sexual climax) of sexual frustration built up, and part of me is scared that if she tried, I'd have a hard time saying no!
I know if I did it wouldn't be worth it. I would feel dirty, and probably wouldn't be satisfied anyway, I know from experience.
On top of that, it wouldn't mean anything. It would be just sex, without love, and once again I wouldn't want to give her the wrog idea.
I know I don't want her back. I don't think I ever will.
Because as far as I am concerned, she has been unfaithful to me, and I cannot forgive that. I gave her many a chance to end it, and she blew it. She shared sexual experiences with another(several others), that she would never have shared with me. Regardless of whether a physical connection occurs, the emotional, sexual connection is there, and not with me.
She doesn't seem to be able to understand that. She thinks the physical sex is all that 'counts'. But I asked her a long time ago never to do that, I warned her, so she knew it meant something to me (which is why she lied about it for so long).
I want her to be happy, but not at my expense.
For 5 years I have put my own personal development on hold for her. I've had no friends of my own, hadn't even spoken to my parents without her supervision. Always helping her, supporting her, trying to help her recover from her seemingly neverending psychological and psysical problems.
It was hard, stressful. Part of me always resented the situation and so I made mistakes, some of which made her worse, some of which made her seek support elsewhere... Online.
But throughout it all, I was faithful. Even when I knew she wasn't. Which only made my resentment worse.
All that has happened recently, her lies, her plans, her refusal to change her plans and/or end it... The final straw.
I want my life back.
I don't want to be her carer, I don't want my every action, word to be analysed and judged by how it relates to or effects her.
I don't want to be held responsible for her mistakes.
I don't want to hear excuses all thetime, I don't want to accept them.
I want to come and go as I please, study something I enjoy so I can have a career I want.
I want to be free.
I always had hope... That she would get better, that things would change... That I would one day have a normal life.
But things just got worse. Sometimes they would improve, but it never lasted. Just often enough to give me some hope, enough to keep going.
Towards the end it was confusing because things seemed to be getting better and worse at the same time.
I was getting certain freedoms, but losing other things, like intimacy, time... I was able to talk to people online, make friends, but my life- when we could go out, when we had to be home, when I had time online, when i spent time with her... Were all dictated by when her 'friend' of the time was online.