
"So I dated a girl for about two years, we can call her K. K wanted to be polyamorous, I didn’t, so we compromised by becoming polyamorous, and K started romantically pursuing one of her friends. While lying to me about it. K had admitted to me that she was attracted to this friend, and I had seen them flirting before. On top of that, K told me that she’s almost exclusively dated/sleep with women with a particular body type— slim, petite, blonde. I’m 5’7” and a G cup, so you can imagine how I felt about that. Of course, I was jealous. When I told K about this, she told me that I had “internalized misogyny” and “needed to unpack that”. She slept with her friend multiple times, and ultimately decided that I needed to “heal from my insecurity” before we could continue dating. You’d think that would be the end of it, but no. K continued to keep me around in order to consistently have sex with me. The actual breakup happened when she screamed at me outside my grandparents’ house and told me my entire family hated me on Christmas Day. I had to fake an emergency to get out of family dinner, and comforted her while she cried over breaking up with me. Anyways, I’m doing much better now, and she lives in Bushwick." - anonymous
