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Well. I had an interesting day Yesterday.

It all started around 1am.
Having sex, accidentally kneed the bf in his balls.
He started demanding I give him head for him to feel better, so I did.
Only problem is, I have a jaw problem. And, without explaining further, by the 15 minute mark, I was taking lots of breaks to pop my jaw back in place and writhe in pain.
But of course, when my breaks lasted longer than 10 seconds, the bf started groaning and writhing in pain from my accidental ballsmash.

He ended up with ballwrithing and blueballs. But eventually that subsided enough where he could not be in a fetal position.

3:30pm he comes over after work, we package my ebay stuff.
Get in the car, have no idea where the post office is.

Take 20 minutes ot get directions to the damn post office, then once I get to the post office, I have no idea what I'm doing, and Will(the bf) gets upset and annoyed at me(Which is all perfectly within reason, I was being horribly stupid).

Go over to his place, finish some ebay stuff on his computer, then we lay together for a while, have sex, blahblah(I came. It was.. a huge puddle 0.o)
We had to stop sex early because I was starting to burn(my lips have been rather raw lately, it makes us both rather frustrated when we have to stop because I can't take the pain).

So, you know, more disappointment. Not like the ballbusting earlier was enough.

Then, we start cleaning his room, which is something we've been planning to do for like, two weeks.
We start, I get angry because he's not doing anything, he gets angry because I'm complaining, and then after some silence of me picking up s**t and him messing around on the computer, I find this chocolate bar.

Ask if I can have it, he says yes, I eat it.

While I'm eating it, I find this paper.
Since Will had been complaining that he was talking to an old friend on AIM, and didn't want me bothering him, instead of asking him if he wanted me to throw the paper away or not, I start reading it to determine if it's important myself.

In the end, I say "Do you want this paper that basically says you're failing college?"

Yeah.

So, he explains to me that if his roommate heard what I said, he was out a roommate because of.. Reasons I still don't fully understand, and he got really, really pissed and upset(he's going through some major money/house issues right now anyway), and I decided to leave him alone for a while.

When I get back, it turnes out the roommate didn't hear what I said(There IS a God!), so I go to Will's room, he's still a little upset over it.. And me, with my depression, go to the bathroom, and cry a little(but it was shortlived. Again, thank you existing God).

So I go back to cleaning his room after much... Awkward silence. And then, all the sudden, I collapse over the floor in pain.

Yeah, my life is a sitcom now. Go me.

Apparently, there was something bad in that candy bar I ate(Not surprising, it was probably more than 2 years old).

The pain comes and goes for a while, but after about an hour, it's gone.

But, OH. It gets BETTER.

Since he missed Rescue Me last Tuesday, he wanted to watch the repeat today. He told me it started at 11pm. Well. It starts at 10pm. The plan was to eat dinner around 10:30 and watch rescue me at 11pm.

Well, Will was still playing on the computer, and during that time, 9:59 rolls around, I'm like "aren't you supposed to start making dinner?" right when he checks FX's listing. We find out it's 10pm start, and run over to the TV, only to...
*dun dun DUN*

Not know what channel FX is!

So we're flipping through channels, can't find it, watching the TV guide channel, find it, turn to what it says FX is(43), and then we find... NASCAR.

Well, luckily, 30 minutes later NASCAR ends and Rescue Me starts from the beginning!(thank you again, God) and we have a pretty silent, okay time watching that. Rescue Me is an awesome show, btw. I just don't get FX, so we have to watch it over at his place.

BUT THERE'S MORE!

There's always a method to how going home works with Will and I. I'm always trying to sleep or I just space out, aand then he complains how I never say anything. And then I say there's nothing to say and there's nothing to talk about because we're going home now.

So we complete this routine, except I say, "Well, there is something I want to talk about, but you would get upset if I did, and there's really no point in talking about it anyway".

But I tell him. I basically ask him why his roommate would ditch him if he really were failing college, and that I thought he was doing fine in school.

Yeah, it got him upset, but we talked about it kind of, anyway. He asked if I even knew when that letter was dated. I said probably 2005, and that's why it didn't matter, so we should stop talking about it.

I get out of the car, say I'm sorry as I've been aplogizing all day for the massive screw ups I've done, and go home.

10 minutes later, I get a phone call. Will sounds like he's breathing really heavy, like the kind of breathing you do when you try not to cry. And I hear car sounds. And I'm asking "What's wrong? What's wrong?" and he takes forever to answer. ANd the reason I'm so worried is a.) the noises, and b.) he has this thing against talking while driving. Like, he seriously won't do it.

So basically, he tells me that he wants to talk to me about something important when he gets out of the car. I'm all.. "Okay" and wait for him to call when he gets home.

20 minutes later, same heavy breathing. He gets in his apartment, keeps telling me he needs to tell me something important. He starts out with "I'm sorry..." and then lets it hang for like 3 minutes as he, from what I can only assume, tries to keep from crying.

When he's done carrying me over this damn cliffhanger(at this point I'm like "this is it, he's breaking up with me" wink he tells me...

"I'm sorry, I lied to you. For a really long time" I have another girlfriend.

I'm like whoa. WHOA. Hold the phone. "Wait, what?"
"I'm sorry." I have another girlfriend.

"Say that again? I can't hear you."

"I only had one girlfriend," he says.

Oh. Well. What a relief. See, when I asked when I first met, he said he only had 2 before me, and they weren't that great. Realtionships lasted a month, tops. When I asked about the sex, he was dodgy on the subject, but reassured me that he wasn't a virgin(not like that really mattered to me anyway).

So he goes on to say "I'm sorry, I lied ot you for a really long time. I only had one girlfriend, and there was no sex."

0_0

At this point, I want to say "So you were a virgin before me?" but I can't, because my parents are right across the hall. So I try to say, it doesn't matter, I'm not upset, I'm reassuring him.. Because in all honsety, I started laughing.

I think me overthinking the whole ordeal made this small one easier to deal with. So, I'm reassuring him that it's alright, hoping he doesn't cry, and that if he really want to talk about this and get some closure like he seems e wants to, he should get some sleep first since he has to go to work at 7:30am, and we can talk after work, when my parents aren't around.

So yeah. That was a fulfilling 24 hours.

Fulfilling enough to make a soap opera episode or two.

But.. Yeah. Wtf. At one point in the conversation I said, "It's really good that you're telling me this, and I'm happy you're admitting you lied, but... Why bring this up now?"

"I don't know. I just started thinking about it, and I feel really bad for lying to you for so long" he says.

On one hand, I have an honest boyfriend. On the other hand, I thought I had a stable boyfriend. And on my leg I've got "Well, maybe my stupid bullheadedness finally pushed the guy's mental stability over the edge."