by Guest » Fri Sep 13, 2019 1:14 am
Update. I failed, miserably.
I was overseas for work and vacation the last two weeks of August. I prepared a speech to give to her before I left, but chickened out and decided that the passive approach was worth another try. Travel is the perfect excuse for no contact, right? That's what the adultery forum suggested - the proverbial slow fade (nice).
I managed to go two weeks without contacting her or responding to any emails or texts, which is a record. Towards the end of my time away, I was feeling pretty good, actually. The intensity of my infatuation diminished, although I still thought about her a lot.
I came back determined not to fuck up my progress. She reached out to catch up on work. She starts asking about my work trip, and I am gray rocking the shit out of this conversation (another tip from the adultery board). Then, slowly, but surely, she starts chipping away at my armour. And before you know it, were laughing and chatting, dopamine is flooding my veins. Fuck.
Back to square one, people. Back to square fucking one.
I need to end this somehow in a direct way. Why do I always struggle to ask for what I need? Why do I always put others before myself?
Update. I failed, miserably.
I was overseas for work and vacation the last two weeks of August. I prepared a speech to give to her before I left, but chickened out and decided that the passive approach was worth another try. Travel is the perfect excuse for no contact, right? That's what the adultery forum suggested - the proverbial slow fade (nice).
I managed to go two weeks without contacting her or responding to any emails or texts, which is a record. Towards the end of my time away, I was feeling pretty good, actually. The intensity of my infatuation diminished, although I still thought about her a lot.
I came back determined not to fuck up my progress. She reached out to catch up on work. She starts asking about my work trip, and I am gray rocking the shit out of this conversation (another tip from the adultery board). Then, slowly, but surely, she starts chipping away at my armour. And before you know it, were laughing and chatting, dopamine is flooding my veins. Fuck.
Back to square one, people. Back to square fucking one.
I need to end this somehow in a direct way. Why do I always struggle to ask for what I need? Why do I always put others before myself?