Ok, I feel really stupid. I only have one ex.. And I don't actually miss him so much as I miss our sex life in the beginning before things went bad. It was so unbelievably wonderful--night and day from my current relationship. For one thing I felt like he actually cared about my pleasure (I know right?! GASP!) He would take his time, and make me feel all sensual. In his own words, "I don't need to cum every time-making you feel good is my cum." And I believe he wasn't bullshitting. He was never in a hurry to penetrate me. He asked me every time, "Are you ready for me to be inside of you?" He had the ability to last a long time.. I can't remember our record, but it was well over an hour. On the first round. Yes, there were rounds. He could keep going after he came. I do remember 3-4 orgasms on his part in one session. He said he was tired after that....LOL I can imagine! After we were done, he always ran to the the bathroom to get a warm, wet washcloth to wipe me down with. And he would ever-so-tenderly kiss my vagina. Imagine that! That never happens now. The best I can get is a wad of T.P. and a "here you go."
I know now that I probably didn't love him like I thought I did, so all this is meaningless now. Still to this day I don't know if he himself loved me or not. Is it possible to make love to someone with so much attention and care, and not love them? The story of our relationship and demise is complicated (aren't these things always?), but the bottom line is he left me because my emotional issues were way too much for him when he didn't even have his own life together and had so much baggage of his own. It's not like he left me for someone prettier or younger (that would never happen--I was 18 and he was 29 when we met!) I'm glad that I finally have the maturity to distinguish between True Love and Lust Meets Infatuation. It hurts less that way. Still, I miss the intimacy we had. It kills me that now I have someone who I'm pretty sure loves me, but consistently performs horribly in bed. I'm not just talking about not having multiple orgasms, ether. I wouldn't expect any man to be able to do that. I'm talking about someone who appears to only be engaging in foreplay because he's obligated to do so. Who rolls over and falls asleep after orgasm without so much as a cuddle or a finger fuck. Seems pretty damn selfish, to me.
Want to know a secret, Edenites? I'll tell you something I'll never speak out loud. As much as my ex hurt me and as much as I would hate being alone-because I'm an honest person and I would have to tell my husband, and he would then surely leave me. If I had the chance, I might throw away my relationship with my husband just to have one night with my ex. It would never happen-he's in another relationship now and seems happy-but still, I fantasize about it from time to time. I had a dream about him the other night, which is bringing up all these feelings all over again. I dreamt that he came to visit me and brought our daughter that we apparently had. Somehow, in the dream, I didn't know that I had a child so I was surprised when they showed up at my doorstep. And then we ended up making love, and it was so wonderful, just like I remembered it. I felt terribly guilty, and frustrated, but also kind of....titillated after the dream. It felt so naughty to be having this dream that no one else knows about. I found myself imagining wistfully that he had the same dream, but I doubt it. I doubt I'm even a thought in his mind anymore. Oh well.
If you're thinking I should just leave my husband and move on to "Plan c", it isn't that simple unfortunately. I was planning to leave and seek an annulment for several reasons, but then I got pregnant. Since then, it's been a whirlwind for me. I lost the pregnancy two or three weeks after I found out (6-7 weeks gestation.) It's been so hard. Words can't express the emotions. A pregnancy I wanted since before I was 18, and I was waiting for the "right person", waiting to get better from my depression and chronic fatigue, waiting to graduate college, which the former were preventing me from doing. You can imagine my frustration. My husband has actually been pretty supportive through the ordeal and it has brought us closer in a way. I was thinking I want to get pregnant again "in a decent time frame", which varies from 2 months from now to 2 years. So I guess that's the main reason I'm still with him, I want to conceive again to replace the loss, and it's not like he's a bad person in any way. He's responsible, a hard worker, caring, and all that. I know that (almost) any man can father a child and there are "other fish in the sea" but how long for me to meet the right person and get married again? I know I could start over, start fresh, but I might be 30 by then.
I really envy people who have their lives together. I know everyone has problems. But most people have a set path in life and they plan and they feel in control of their life. They aren't led around by their emotions and things that happen to them. If you knew my full history and what I've "done" with my life since I graduated H.S., you would understand why I feel this way. Not to mention going against the main value my father has taught me since I was little-honesty and integrity. Lusting after an ex who has long since moved on when I'm married. Pathetic.
I know now that I probably didn't love him like I thought I did, so all this is meaningless now. Still to this day I don't know if he himself loved me or not. Is it possible to make love to someone with so much attention and care, and not love them? The story of our relationship and demise is complicated (aren't these things always?), but the bottom line is he left me because my emotional issues were way too much for him when he didn't even have his own life together and had so much baggage of his own. It's not like he left me for someone prettier or younger (that would never happen--I was 18 and he was 29 when we met!) I'm glad that I finally have the maturity to distinguish between True Love and Lust Meets Infatuation. It hurts less that way. Still, I miss the intimacy we had. It kills me that now I have someone who I'm pretty sure loves me, but consistently performs horribly in bed. I'm not just talking about not having multiple orgasms, ether. I wouldn't expect any man to be able to do that. I'm talking about someone who appears to only be engaging in foreplay because he's obligated to do so. Who rolls over and falls asleep after orgasm without so much as a cuddle or a finger fuck. Seems pretty damn selfish, to me.
Want to know a secret, Edenites? I'll tell you something I'll never speak out loud. As much as my ex hurt me and as much as I would hate being alone-because I'm an honest person and I would have to tell my husband, and he would then surely leave me. If I had the chance, I might throw away my relationship with my husband just to have one night with my ex. It would never happen-he's in another relationship now and seems happy-but still, I fantasize about it from time to time. I had a dream about him the other night, which is bringing up all these feelings all over again. I dreamt that he came to visit me and brought our daughter that we apparently had. Somehow, in the dream, I didn't know that I had a child so I was surprised when they showed up at my doorstep. And then we ended up making love, and it was so wonderful, just like I remembered it. I felt terribly guilty, and frustrated, but also kind of....titillated after the dream. It felt so naughty to be having this dream that no one else knows about. I found myself imagining wistfully that he had the same dream, but I doubt it. I doubt I'm even a thought in his mind anymore. Oh well.
If you're thinking I should just leave my husband and move on to "Plan c", it isn't that simple unfortunately. I was planning to leave and seek an annulment for several reasons, but then I got pregnant. Since then, it's been a whirlwind for me. I lost the pregnancy two or three weeks after I found out (6-7 weeks gestation.) It's been so hard. Words can't express the emotions. A pregnancy I wanted since before I was 18, and I was waiting for the "right person", waiting to get better from my depression and chronic fatigue, waiting to graduate college, which the former were preventing me from doing. You can imagine my frustration. My husband has actually been pretty supportive through the ordeal and it has brought us closer in a way. I was thinking I want to get pregnant again "in a decent time frame", which varies from 2 months from now to 2 years. So I guess that's the main reason I'm still with him, I want to conceive again to replace the loss, and it's not like he's a bad person in any way. He's responsible, a hard worker, caring, and all that. I know that (almost) any man can father a child and there are "other fish in the sea" but how long for me to meet the right person and get married again? I know I could start over, start fresh, but I might be 30 by then.
I really envy people who have their lives together. I know everyone has problems. But most people have a set path in life and they plan and they feel in control of their life. They aren't led around by their emotions and things that happen to them. If you knew my full history and what I've "done" with my life since I graduated H.S., you would understand why I feel this way. Not to mention going against the main value my father has taught me since I was little-honesty and integrity. Lusting after an ex who has long since moved on when I'm married. Pathetic.