While I refuse to stop this, realizing that I was giving my boyfriend more than I was giving myself was unhealthy.
I was unwilling to push myself alongside my boyfriend (he is much stronger than I am, and less scared).
Life is full of Deal Breakers, those habits or fashions that trump any redeeming qualities an individual might possess.
No matter how good things might have been or how good you imagined they could be, when you hit a Deal Breaker the relationship is over in a flash, never to be the same again.
It was by far one of the best trips I’ve gone on with him.
Everything started to feel like it was about him, and it wasn’t because of anything he was doing. Not to everyone, I don’t like strangers, and generally speaking, socializing is exhausting for me.
When it comes to my close friends, family, and boyfriend, I’m essentially willing to do anything to keep them happy, at the risk of being miserable myself.
Cute, handsome, sexy, a stud in the sack, a smokin’ ass, nipples that could cut glass, whatever …
they are all eradicated by a Deal Breaker—e.g., owns a bird; has an inspirational quote in their e-mail signature; has a “sweet” Lego collection; saves bread to feed to squirrels; has a Twitter account; rollerblades or kayaks; un-ironically uses “holla,” “word” or “dawg;” has a modified exhaust pipe (found on everything from jacked-up F350 trucks to lowered, rice-rocket Honda Preludes …