Why I loved my ex. [anal, a2m]

What can I say about my ex? She was pretty worthless. Perpetual sub parr student. Always working some shit retail job. A real consistent under achiever. I paid for everything. Sure, she had jobs and made a little money. Minimum wage doesn’t really pay for shit. I tried to push her to try harder, to get a better job. But I never pushed hard. It’s not really until we weren’t a thing anymore that I realized why. After I had enough self reflection.

See, the thing about Kathy, is that she was super insecure. She knew she didn’t have anything to offer. And she could never shake the feeling. That she owed me more. That she couldn’t match what she was given. In every way. She couldn’t treat for dinner. Fuck, she couldn’t even cook dinner. She couldn’t give me more thoughtful gifts than I could give her. Never mind the money even. She was just a shitty gift giver.

I’m sure you see it coming. The sex. She must have been a great lay. But no. Sure, she wasn’t a bad fuck, but far from great. I gave that bitch more orgasms than she’ll ever have in the entire rest of her life. Hell, a good 20 percent of the time she didn’t even get me off.