enpassant18
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Great advice. I've realized some of this myself. She can't imagine herself in New York City. In fact, she can't imagine herself anywhere more than a hour from Liverpool. I've told her home is where your love is but...FurryFury said:I can tell you had a great love for her particularly in retrospect. It's good to be aware that you did. Do you still? Is it too late to haul her ass over here? Has she moved on? Is there no salvage possible?
If not, try to make sure you know the bits you'd want in a new relationship while realizing no one can or should, be exactly like her in your life again.
I suspect your definition of abuse and mine are different. What is your definition?
It sounds like she pushed you into a role that you weren't, and still aren't comfortable in, to me.
May I also say that I believe clinging to the idea of a past love if there is no hope of reviving that relationship can be crippling to any future relationships you may have an opportunity to develop?
Fury
We tried cybersex for awhile to hold things together until we could figure it out but she isn't verbal enough to type and phone calls were not satisfying. How many times can you make someone punish themselves long distance? She's with some goon now who actually enjoys beating her which she says she needs. Her sister told me she's actually afraid for her and thinks she needs help. I went over several months ago on a weekend but she wouldn't see me. Said the time for me to save her had passed.
This is my last sad post on her, though. It is indeed time to move on.
Here's a great filthy memory:
She came to watch me play football on a spring Sunday in London. As we walked back to my flat, she asked a lot about one of my mates. He's gay but not obviously so. She had picked up signals and I was quite amazed. The only way I knew was that he brought a lover to an art exhibition in Knightsbridge by a partner's wife. She was really fascinated and wondered if he fancied any of the guys with whom I played.
When we got home, I hit the shower. When I came out, she was wearing my sweaty football gear. She said, "Hey mate, I've been running up and down the pitch admiring the lump in your shorts. How about pulling down mine and shoving it up my fucking gay ass?"
It was just unbelievable.
