Two relationships

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In my two relationships, my ex-boyfriend invested a lot in the first one. We initially got together because the girls in my dorm kept talking about him, and vanity got the better of me; I agreed to date him when he showed interest. My family was always against it, and he tried a lot, like visiting my parents during Chinese New Year to build a relationship with them, and having his friends visit my parents in his place when they passed through my city. But my parents still disapproved. His hometown is in Xinjiang, and his business is there; they thought it was too chaotic (even though many cities in Xinjiang are beautiful). They strongly opposed my going, and this was probably a major reason he eventually gave up. In
my second relationship, I wanted to be the one who invested more, because it gives you more control. With my "husband," I felt a desire to invest. He was a bit detached from reality, or to put it simply, out of touch with expectations. (Now I've completely brought him back to earth).
After I went to a new school, my husband tried all sorts of things to win me over, even using a ring to tie me down, but I always turned them down. He would come to my city about every two months. I was renting an apartment alone then, and I was quite bored and lonely. His visits made me happy. While he was away, I wasn't idle either, and I met other guys. To be honest, none of them are particularly memorable now. Let's start with A. One incident I remember very clearly made me reflect on my relationship with my "husband."
A and I were from the same hometown, and we met at a hometown gathering. Actually, these hometown gatherings are just people from all over the country, and anyone who has some connection to a certain place is considered a fellow townsman. After we met, he would always take me out—movies, ice skating, watching NBA games, dancing at clubs, and the like. A told me about his past relationships and wanted to develop a serious relationship with me. I had a lot of fun hanging out with him, but I wasn't that into him, so I told him I had a boyfriend. He said he understood. Before, he would always try to hold my hand or hug me, but later he was always very proper. One day, A took a day off and spent time with me because my "husband" was coming to see me the next day. He had been out having a blast during the day, and that night, at my apartment door, he said, "Let me stay with you a little longer." After he came in, we sat on the sofa without turning on the lights. The apartment had a floor-to-ceiling window, and the moon was very bright outside; we could see each other clearly. He sat properly, but on impulse, I straddled him. His penis was hard against me. He said he always got hard when he saw me. Encouraged, he pressed me down on the sofa and tried to kiss me, his tongue darting into my mouth. It was the first time I realized I couldn't kiss someone I didn't like—I couldn't open my mouth, and it felt a little disgusting. Sex, I think, involves some physical needs, but kissing, something purely emotional, is just impossible. I ultimately refused his kiss, and of course, we didn't have sex. I know that what I can accept and enjoy is still a kiss from my "husband"...
B is a very funny guy, probably from a moderately wealthy family. He tells all sorts of funny stories, like how he ejaculated before the woman he was hooking up with was satisfied, and she said, "Do you mind if I touch myself for a while?" Or how he went fishing at the beach, then grilled fish in his rented apartment, the fire alarm went off, and the fire truck arrived. He constantly exposes his embarrassing moments. He really wanted to be my one-night stand. I said no way. One day, he said, "I bought a car but I don't know how to set up the GPS, can you help me?" After I got in the car, he stepped on the gas and drove off. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he had some good tea at home and wanted to invite me to have some. I've always thought he was a bit of a goofball, so I went inside when we got to his house. Once inside, I felt uneasy, extremely nervous, and said, "Can you take me home?" He hesitated for a moment, but seeing how serious I was, he took me home anyway. On the way, he said that two little voices were constantly fighting in his head: "Go for her, don't go for her, go for her, don't go for her," and he felt that I was a good girl, so the righteous voice had the upper hand. Then, after taking me home, he quickly sent me a picture of a blonde girl giving him oral sex. He said he was hurt by my rejection and had gotten his revenge.
Anyway, I now know that I can't kiss someone I don't like, and I can't sleep with someone I don't like.
Sigh, I'm a student after all; I've forgotten my primary job: earning credits, attending classes, taking exams, writing my thesis, and working on it.

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