That's what she blurted out to me yesterday right before I told her that I would never marry her. She proceeded to explain how back then she was attracted to the huge roided out bodybuilder types and how she finds them disgusting now. The truth is so depressing sometimes. I maintained my frame pretty well when she said this; mainly because I only just remembered that she said it about an hour ago. And when I did remember, a blanket of hopelessness and certain despair was thrown over me.
The truth is, I wanted to weep. I wanted to weep not just because I'm getting the leftovers. But also because her female mind will make sure she never understands. And also because I'm going to have to leave this girl soon if she expects me to invest more into her than I deem her worthy. And I wanted to weep because I honestly feel like she might be lost without me due to her mental illnesses and lack of self control. And I wanted to weep because I know she will fuck men left and right after we break up. I wanted to weep because I fell in love with her no matter how many times I told myself not to. What kind of fucked up game is this?