So, I Broke Up With You Because the Sex Was Bad…

But I Never Told You That…

To the One I Left Because I Was Unsatisfied,

I’m not sure whether to feel guilty for being so shallow or proud for sticking to my carnal desires so shamelessly; should I be proud for being able to understand and come to grips with the hard truth that good sex just isn’t something I just can live without — or should I feel ashamed? I’m not sure if I should feel deceived because you talked a big game or embarrassed because I believed it. If I was a better human, perhaps I would have been able to overlook this glaring discrepancy in what came together whenever we came together — or didn’t come together — and that was precisely the problem…I rarely came when we were together and we rarely came together. I felt bad even saying anything and, in reality, I still do…

I hope you can understand that selfishness wasn’t my motivation, that it wasn’t my choice to jump into something so very wrong, but just the way that things worked out when we didn’t work out. I refused to put you through the insane amount of disrespect that would be necessary to prolong a relationship based on unhappy sex and unfulfilled desire. Even if everything else had been great — which, let’s face it, it wasn’t — I still couldn’t have brought myself to have dragged you down the path of disregard and vile…