AS. I can promise you that I’m not trying to get a response out of her. If she wants to D than fine. I really am OK with it. Your “having sex with OM” question you posed to me a couple months ago? If I saw that it would phase me zero. I mean that. I would literally be like “holy smokes! They are doing that THERE?!!? And then I would kick her out of the bedroom and sleep like a baby. Zero emotional response from me
She has offered little to no support in the way of my fresh diagnosis.
She really has the ultimate cake eating experience. She gets to come home, vent about her day, enjoy my income. Enjoy the plutonic aspects of my company without offering any intamacy. It’s very one sided
I stand by this statement unequivocally. If she BD’d me tonight I wouldn’t even blink. When I said I was a little sad I meant in the way you get sad when summer is ending or something like that. Like (wow it’s all coming to an end).
Take this as you will. I stumbled on some fair evidence of a PA. Just by accident. I don’t know if I even care.
I have no idea how much time I have. Sounds like a few years talking to doc. I’m not sure if I want to spend it all in limbo.
Besides. Steve once told me the only way to get out of friend zone is to tell her To kick rocks. If she wants to make it work great. If not great.
Is this what total rope drop feels like. Cause I feel liberated. And nervous. And great and a little scared
But she has changed a lot. She is overwhelmed with stress and depression. But she doesn’t try to fux it. She still seems to think I’m the cause of it all. (Who knows. Maybe I am).
Either way. I’m tired. I love her. But the rope is dropped. Cage door open. And I’m ready to walk out the door and never come back
