Update. I responded with a question. You wanted to go to a hotel? she responds yes. If don't want, just let me know...after a few edits I simply explain I'm not really into it, no. Left it at that. If I handled it wrong, let the non-existent gods of fury slap me in the face with a pie; I don't think they've got much left they haven't done to me anyway.
There's something too more-of-the-same, my-way-or-the-highway, cake-eating about it. I just wanted to get to know her, she wants a human dildo. I'm not the man for the job right now. TMI again? Sorry. I'm losing my f-ing mind.
Resentment occurs when we aren't doing what we need to care for ourselves, though we expect others to do it for us.
