Bi-Sexual Female / 28
Confused Is A Nice Way Of Putting It
During my junior year in college I had a one time lesbian thing with another student. She is a lesbian, I was not, and we broke off because of that. During my first job after college I got involved with an older married man. An affair, very much in love with him. Both relationships came about because I was unable to control my impulses. The affair became a confrontation with his wife and I agreed to break it off. We didn't, I couldn't stay away from him.
I chose to talk with a woman therapist about my impulsive sexual behaviors, I was fully honest with her about my lesbian affair in college. She diagnosed me with latent lesbian syndrome, complicated by Daddy issues. I didn't need to talk with a therapist.
I called my college lover and we had a long talk and a laugh about it. She welcomed me any day, lesbian love is potent. I took a long weekend and flew out to see her. We fell back in bed, and talked about him all weekend. When I got back I let him know gently I had cheated on him with my old girlfriend.
He feigned being hurt, but wanted me to tell him everything. All the details. Keep him posted on how that was developing, and let him know when I just needed to go see her and he would use his miles to fly me out to see her. Ping pong, back and forth, sleeping with him telling him how I make love with her, and she wanted to know how my Daddy was treating me.
You aren't jealous I'm back with her? No. Your not jealous I have a Daddy? No. Ping, pong.
The wife got involved, 'no wonder you need a Daddy, you are confused'. Maybe you should see a therapist.
I moved to live with my girlfriend, my 'partner'. I talk with him every day. I fly back to see him, he's my therapist. He gives me physical comfort, as well as advice and money. Sometimes I have to listen about his wife. I suppose I've become a good listener.
I chose to talk with a woman therapist about my impulsive sexual behaviors, I was fully honest with her about my lesbian affair in college. She diagnosed me with latent lesbian syndrome, complicated by Daddy issues. I didn't need to talk with a therapist.
I called my college lover and we had a long talk and a laugh about it. She welcomed me any day, lesbian love is potent. I took a long weekend and flew out to see her. We fell back in bed, and talked about him all weekend. When I got back I let him know gently I had cheated on him with my old girlfriend.
He feigned being hurt, but wanted me to tell him everything. All the details. Keep him posted on how that was developing, and let him know when I just needed to go see her and he would use his miles to fly me out to see her. Ping pong, back and forth, sleeping with him telling him how I make love with her, and she wanted to know how my Daddy was treating me.
You aren't jealous I'm back with her? No. Your not jealous I have a Daddy? No. Ping, pong.
The wife got involved, 'no wonder you need a Daddy, you are confused'. Maybe you should see a therapist.
I moved to live with my girlfriend, my 'partner'. I talk with him every day. I fly back to see him, he's my therapist. He gives me physical comfort, as well as advice and money. Sometimes I have to listen about his wife. I suppose I've become a good listener.
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