Even in the very early months of our relationship, the sexual side of things felt forced, for me anyway. I felt like it was something I, as a girlfriend, SHOULD be doing, rather than something I wanted to be. He is not my type at all physically. I can’t remember one sexual encounter with him where I wasn’t thinking “Ok, let’s get this over with”.
As the years have gone on I’ve come to realise that as much as I love being with him, the moment he touches me intimately, I am repulsed. My feelings for him are purely platonic and possibly always have been. We just 6 months ago bought an apartment together, on a 30 year lease. A brainless decision on my part, knowing that even before we purchased I was unsure about the relationship. I have always had major issues with expressing my true feelings to people; I would rather live a lie to keep them happy than tell them the truth and break their heart. Ironically I know, in the end, this is hurting them (and me) a whole lot more. He loves me SO much and I do love him too, just not in the way I know I should.
I want to cry every time someone says “Why don’t you try spicing things up?”. They DON’T GET that it’s impossible to spice something up that was never there in the first place.
I see now that what I thought was love was really admiration and gratitude and that we should have never gone further than being friends (we were GREAT friends), but being a dependent serial monogamist back then, I jumped straight in.
He has made me the person I am and I feel indebted to him. I can’t imagine my life without him but I don’t want to be his girlfriend anymore. I don’t know what the hell to do. They say being with your best friend is amazing, but is it… really? When they are literally JUST your best FRIEND?
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