A hookup… no, a casual sex encounter… no, one meeting of many regular ones with my FWB, changed me.
Wtf do you mean my comfort and pleasure matter, too??
What do you mean, I had the conviction that mine didn’t matter, and that’s why I kept seeking unbalanced relationships where I am essentially unseen…?
Wha—I don’t have to keep believing that my worth only exists when I’m a “convenient hookup”?
Guys, guys, I was not ready to have my core beliefs shaken by Just Another Guy… or for him to actually value reciprocity…
It’s like when they said other people will be your mirror, they were right… my Dude showed me the horrible things I carry… like feelings of worthlessness or a sense of a foreshortened future…