My boyfriend is wonderful. Truly... not just tall dark and handsome but intelligent, funny, successful... the list goes on. I still cant help wishing sometimes I could combine him with a few other people... Maybe get them all to stand in different corners of a room and run at each other to cause a giant explosion that resulted in a hybrid perfect person.
Is that bad?
I love him, but if I could... I would change a few things. I hate that he is jealous, and I hate that he actually thinks that he can tell me how much time is acceptable to spend with my male friends. I hate that he cheated on me and I forgave him and he doesn't understand how much it hurt me. I hate that he doesn't see how his actions have led me to doubt myself in some ways and I hate that he makes me feel crazy. I hate that his x wife is such a bitch and I hate that his friends are fucking dicks. I hate that hes jaded and cynical when I haven't yet experienced marriage or children and I want to remain naively idealistic. I hate that everyone jumps to conclusions about what it means for me to be 22 and dating a 35 year old.. and I hate that one of his friends had the audacity to inform me he has a prenup saved on his lap top. I hate that I'm lonely.
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