That seems unthinkable for me.
You could relegate me as one of those orthadox muslim or hindu women who'd rather die or live through beatings from their husbands than go through the "dishonour" of a divorce.
I'm kinda like that, only on the marriage part.
We pledged ourselves to each other, and we both left our countries to study together funded by each other's parents and what little we can save up, work or scrape up.
Just that he does the bulk of the financial stuff, especially on the receiving end, since he's quite a bit more well-off than I am.
I guess perhaps you're right in the sense that I would be able to find a nicer guy (that is, if I'm optimistic about it), but...what if I feel this is the guy for me, my soul mate, the one I wanna have my kids with, and there's no turning back from that day I even allowed someone to touch me, even if it were just holding hands?
I will try to trust him.
.....I guess you're also right on the part I'd never be able to accept nor heal if he cheats on me....I'm a very vindictive, and very vengeful person.
Perhaps I'm afraid of rejection, and most of all....change?
I don't know. It's all a rut to me. I once swore to myself I'd never let a man (I was a man-hating feminist...but that changed. Now I'm a feminist...but I don't hate men. I just suspect them...um..that's all.) touch me or make a fool out of me...it just seemed so unreal to see my mom all broken from that hooligan of a dad of mine, a skirt-chasing, two-timing weasel my mom gave her everything to, only to have her heart and bank balance broken.
Then this guy comes along, and changes things. I might be naive, I've never been wooed by guys nor sweet-talked by one before, you could say perhaps they were scared off by my male-hating passion and decided I was some lesbo dyke or something.
There are a thousand things flitting through my mind, and most of all, is he playing with me? Is it all just sweet-talk? Is this a replay of my mum and my dad, just in a completely new generation?
I can't stand the idea of even giving him an intimate hug if I had to live with these horrible thoughts.
Ugh...maybe I was better off being that man-hating dyke. At least I didn't have to go through all this pain and worry about something that might be the best thing of my life crashing down because of him or worse, because of me..
