Imagine my surprise when he just suddenly told me it bothered him in the middle of sex. My feelings hurt, I say, "fine I'll do something about it." I didn't cry as much as I suspected that I would.
However, come to find out that he was talking to the slim mexican girl down the hall from me behind my back! What knocks me the **** out about it is we exchange pleasantries almost everyday.
I question him about it and I can't get a straight answer so I broke up with him the other day right then in there. He's highly upset over the situation. I truly believe he loves me, but just isn't attracted to me. On the other hand, he admitted to talking to this girl because he was just attracted to her.
I wanted to cry because I was jealous of this sneaky girl trying to get with my boyfriend, but then I never felt more angered in my life -- at my self. She can keep him for all I care. The nerve of him, trying to have his cake and eat it too!





at the thought.