We all have to deal with shit once in a while. I had a terrible fight with my boyfriend, and he quit. Just like that. Not like we don’t fight every now and then, but I didn’t expect him to just quit without warning. We have had more terrible fights in the past, but we always made up. If not for London male escorts I wonder if I would have ever gotten over the shock.
If you have ever invested so much in anything and it ended in failure, you would probably understand how devastated I was. Yes, I know I can be bossy, but with him, I was ready to bring my heads down and do his bidding.
Remembering how I would stress out myself to prepare a sumptuous meal anytime, he visited makes me sick. I would go to the grocery stores and get supplies then get home and prepare the meal. I endured the stress because I was really loved him. Sometimes I will become so exhausted that I would sleep like a log through the night.
The problem started when I saw him with another girl. He said there was nothing between them. I believed him, but when I noticed her more frequently, I was really pissed. I was like, “What the f**k does she have that I don’t?”
I have full boobs and medium butt, but this side chick was flat on the front and behind. I couldn’t imagine what attracted him to her in the first place. The next time he visited me, I didn’t bother making lunch for him. I opened the door when he knocked but said nothing to him. He tried to hold me, and I pulled away and went to sit on the sofa.
He sat on the opposite sofa and was trying to explain, but I didn’t say anything. After trying to be nice for a while, he flared up suddenly,
“What the f**k’s wrong with you? Why are you so jealous? Can’t I have my space? Am I in prison or what?”
That was when I lost it. I flared up too, and we were screaming at the top of our voices. I didn’t hear any other thing he said – and I guess it would have been the same with him. We were shouting and pointing at each other until he left and slammed the door.
Two days later he sent me a text. It was short but all I wanted to hear, “Baby I am sorry. I am a total ass. Give me another chance”.
Inasmuch as I wanted to remain angry, the text dissolved my anger. I cried and smiled at the same time. He visited a day after, and we hugged, and he reiterated how sorry he was. For a while, it seemed as if he really meant his words, but after a few days, he was back to where he began.
This time I was more jealous because she was prettier than me – I must admit this. “She was a model or something? “ I took my anger to her because I guessed she must have been the one who seduced my boyfriend to love her. I traced her house and threatened her. She must have told him.
I heard a bang on the door and ran to open it. He was yelling at the top of his voice. “It is over between us” was all I heard and he turned around and walked away.
For several days I was trying to live with reality. I smoked, drank but it changed nothing. I decided to seek help. A friend said I should try London male escorts. Any suggestion that could help was welcomed, and I tried them all.
London male escorts proved to be helpful they select their words and touch you in the right way and places that will make you forget all you have been thinking. By the fourth hire, I was already feeling great. My emotion was back in check.
I shared my experience with him, and I could see sympathy written all over him. When I showed him pictures, I was shocked, “Hei… I know that guy. He is one of the best London male escorts”.
He told me all the nice things about my boyfriend and how he had helped many London male escorts reach the peak of their career. That was when I began to put the pieces together, the reason for the so many women around him. Just like I was around this one.
Instead of anger, I felt ashamed of my rash decision.
The next day I went to my boyfriend’s house and broke down in tears before he could say anything. “I didn’t know you were one of the London male escorts”.
“Because you never let me explain”.
He wrapped his arms around me and let me weep on his shoulder.