Breh... this is not the hill to die on. I tell this story from time to time but I fukked up a good thing and it damn near ruined my marriage because I went about the relationship so badly. Instead of slowing down and understanding I just wanted a friend, I was so gunho in the relationship and felt miserable because she was the epitome of flawless.Instead of being real with her, I continue the masquerade until I found myself leaving to be with the woman I would later call my wife.
While we reconcile our issues of the past, the fact remains that I hurt her more ways than one because I was a stupid fukking animal desiring lust, instead of love.
For that, I ended up doing the sinner's prayer and been with the woman I call my wife for 13 years and counting.
Yes she's a pain in the ass, yes I am a man within a marsupial with urges especially seeing the thickest of tings, most def I have lustful intentions, but I will be damned if I continue the cycle of what I been through as a youngin in the pursuit of p*ssy.
I would rather have a Al Bundy steez with my annoying but loveable ass son and dull ass virtuous wife, versus trying to bust a nut which I could easily do in the bathroom in front of a page of Spankbang
