filling you in.

Before I even get started, it'd probably be best to fill you in a little bit on the background of the relationship I just got out of. So here are some key points to keep in mind as you go along reading later on.

1) You might have already caught it in the first post, but we were together for 7 years. YES, seven years. It had reached the point where I was thinking, shit, I've either got to marry this guy, or end it now. Obviously, I went with the latter.

2) He was my first everything. Yes, virginity and the whole nine yards. He was my first "real" relationship; first physical one, first truly emotional one, and the first person I ever loved. I, on the other hand, was not his first at all. But, all of that aside I couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend during those 7 years. He treated me right. Kind of.

3) He was very controlling. Awesome as he was, he was always very insecure (that's how I like to see it). Apparently I'm an attractive girl, and he was always scared, no, paranoid, that one day any guy could come along and sweep me off my feet. So, he did what he could to prevent this. He knew my passwords (Facebook, email, you name it), had full control of my phone bills, and wanted to know what I was doing every second of every day.

4) We lived together for 4 years. 'Nuff said.

5) I lost friends for him, and made no new ones. Especially not boys. I have a very male-oriented personality: I watch football/basketball, I play sports, I love videogames, etc., so naturally I get along fantastic with other guys. But no, this was not allowed.

6) Our relationship was a companionate one. Yes, we had sex, but there was never really a "spark" that ignited a passionate relationship. We became best friends, did everything together, shared secrets that no one else would ever know, and were probably otherwise inseparable. It was all nice for awhile, but really.. where's a relationship going when there's no passion?

7) We were so close, that we had no lives outside of each other. Fully dependent, in all sense of the word. It wasn't until the end that I started to pull away and try to establish a life outside of him, so that if one day our world came crumbling down, I would stumble but be able to hold myself up.

8) We had stopped sleeping together (both interpretations of the word) about 5 months ago.

I think I've covered pretty much everything. If I think of anything else along the way, I'll be sure to add it to this post. By the way, from now on I will refer to my then boyfriend as X.

Now the fun stuff begins.