Anyways... it's almost 5:30am here, as I write this... I feel the need to vent on some thoughts on my mind. Mostly about my past relationship, an ex boyfriend. My mother, sister, and friends are tired of hearing about this particular ex... I can't blame them! I vented with them so much, I often have the need to, but it's the same thing over and over. No matter how many times I speak it or move on with other things in my life... it seems my broken heart keeps bleeding still over it. :-/
Last year, in September, my ex and I broke up with each other after an year relationship. It was long distance, as he lived eight hours away from me. I only heard his voice on the phone, exchanged pics with him on the net, and we sent each other gifts using the all handy postal office. We had plan to meet, in a very dorky setting, an Japanese animation convention... dressed in geeky gear, which would have been great.... but at the last moment, he made up an excuse for me to not meet him or travel to his city. The reason why... the whole time, he was being dishonest. His mother and family was wondering why he didn't have a girlfriend or could ever keep one, even wondering if he was gay. Instead of coming out of the closet, he choose me quickly, and I was his unknown "beard". Meanwhile, I took him as seriously caring for me and I stayed faithful, turning down guys who lived in my city left and right, proudly claiming, "I'm taken!". As I did that, he was hiding the fact that he was really an gay man, claiming to be "bisexual" and "asexual", asking that if we met that I not try to hug him or touch him.
I wish I could say this is the worst that he kept hidden, but no... He also had a fetish of being "furry-yiff", that is to say, he was in the process of purchasing a $2,800 fur-suit. Which I assumed was for our geeky meeting at the anime convention, but he then confessed to me that he was gay and had no interests in being in a relationship or meeting me. AND that the fur-suit was for him to have sex with other gay men who are Furry-yiff. This rattled my world to the core, as he asked that we still be friends anyways. I tried for a few days, but told him simply, "I need a break!" And that's when he decided to break all contact off from me, which I could care less about... but he let his friends attack me in emails, claiming me to be the villain for wanting a break and not understanding HIS feelings in all of this, until I had to block them. :-(
Worse thing yet, had I knew he was gay, I never would have fallen in love with him or entertain a romantic relationship with him at the start. I would have been his friend, like he wished in the end, and he would be one of the many gay friends that I have. And if I knew he was furry-yiff, no matter if he was gay or straight, I sure as heck would have NEVER gotten into a relationship with him! That's a little too freaky for me! I believe that people should be into whatever fetish they want, as long as it's not pedophilia or break the bound of consenting adults. But for me personally, I'm not interested in Furry-yiff and never will be! :-o
He was not honest with me, to the extreme... and I was left so confused, dizzy, angry, upset, and broken hearted.... It's been almost an year, since the break up and his confessions to me happened. And I still haven't gotten back into dating and doubt that I will any time soon. In a way, it gives me time to focus on my own issues and to better myself, before my next relationship. But I do wonder... when will the pain of what the ex did go away? And when will I ever feel safe again to trust another? I feel stuck and untrusting still and I wonder if I'll ever date again. :-/
Well... that is my venting. :-)


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