I've joked numerous times about the decreasing duration of my relationships, starting with my first boyfriend in Jr. High and dwindling with each subsequent guy I've been with. I just broke that trend, my friends, although I'm not particularly happy about it. With Valentine's Day approaching, I felt it was appropriate to blog about it.
Things just ended today, but this parasitic relationship lasted for upwards of a month. Since things began, we'd been with each other constantly. We ate, drank, worked, relaxed, and slept together. The whole time, he just leached off of me. I honestly had no idea it was even happening until the very end. Now I can look back and recognize how much it was affecting me; my weight had even been plummeting.
I'm just so disgusted. How did I not realize this was happening? I was so blindsided by it all. Might it happen again in the future? How can I prevent it if I'm not even aware of what's been going on until it's too late?
But it's all over now. It ended suddenly and unpleasantly, but I'm so happy to be rid of him. I can only pray that I never again have the experience of hosting and then pooping an 8 inch roundworm.
TIH
