Divorce happens and then you realize you don't actually hate sex—you hate having your body used as a plaything for someone else's emotional regulation.
I love how people think calling me a "Big" bitch in reference to my weight is really gonna hurt my feelings. You're skinny and ugly as fuck, I could lose the weight and you're still gonna be fuckin ugly.
The difference between my ex husband and my boyfriend is astronomical, for example my ex husband wouldn't stay overnight with me when I was in the hospital, while My boyfriend is currently on the way to visit my mom and I after she had surgery and is staying overnight.
Told my boyfriend I can't go outside cause the mosquitos were biting me and he goes " it's cause you're so sweet" to which his mother responded with " you two make me sick" followed by gagging sounds.