Doing some thinking today about how I loved xBF, but didn't feel cherished or taken care of by him.
He sort of put me in the position of having to be a mother figure (due to his complete lack of responsibility) while simultaneously being bitter about it, as though it were intentional on my part.
Next time around, I'm going to find someone that puts as much care into ME as I put into them.
ME: 38 BF: 40 T: 10y, no kids, no M (by choice) BD: 7/14/14, BF admits to PA, wants out, lies about new R. 10/1/14: I move out, BF lies about move in with OW 12/4/14: OW confronted, reveals all the lies
