my ten boyfriends

My first boyfriend, called Pampering.

When I first came out to my mother, it took me a long time to convince her that I was not a disease, which could not be treated or changed, let alone harm other people’s daughters.Even though I came out at that time, I didn’t have a boyfriend yet. I just vaccinated my mother in advance. I was afraid that when I had a boyfriend, I would lose my mind in words and actions under the stimulation of love. In the case of fetters, explain clearly first, and also reduce obstacles in the future.

My efforts succeeded, and my mother, although she couldn't understand me in the end, said she would not interfere with me.She went to check the information by herself, and said to me very tangled and embarrassed, if I want to find a boyfriend, it is best to find someone older than me, because older people will hurt others and take care of me.

I couldn't laugh or cry, because of her demeanor as if choosing a husband-in-law for her daughter.I told her that although I am gay and want to be with a man, it does not mean that I want to stand in the position of a woman and wait to be loved and cared for.My mother took a long breath and said that is very good, I am afraid that you are on the woman's side.I said, aren't you looking down on girls?The sexual side does not represent the status in getting along.

She pretended to be old-fashioned and said, you don't understand, men and women have a lot of knowledge, she said that when a man cheats, others will persuade you to forgive him, but when a woman cheats, others will only persuade you to divide, so you can see how important the position is. , so put it on a man and a man, it must be used in the same way.The way she looked at me earnestly made me promise her that in my relationship, I could only be the man's side.

It's not a big deal to me, I haven't been raped by anyone, I don't miss it, it's good to be someone who only takes advantage and doesn't suffer, even if it will make it more difficult for me to find a boyfriend, after all Most of the gays are double plug, all men, all wanting to take the lead.

After I promised my mother in this way, she was obviously more relieved. It really is a standard mother who loves her son without principles, and her son will not suffer, and she can do whatever she wants.She also said, in this case, it's better to find an older one. Female juniors can hold gold bricks, but if you find someone who is a few years older, you might be able to hold platinum bricks.

That's what makes me love her so much.My dad found a mistress when I was young, and left my mother after leaving the compensation. My mother raised me with difficulty, but she was always optimistic and open-minded. She never imposed her personal wishes on me, and she Getting along with each other, my youthful rebellious period was just like that without thunder or rain - I was stimulated by the rebellious period, and I came out with her when I was still very young and had no financial strength.

I respect her very much, so I will promise her that, and I also think that if possible, I should find someone older when I fall in love, so that she will feel that I am obedient, and it will always make her happy.

But I didn't expect that the boyfriend I made for the first time was seven years older than me.

Make this boyfriend, completely by accident.Thinking about it carefully, the reasons for my coming out are not actually the reasons I mentioned above, the most important thing is that I have a big secret in my heart, I can’t help it, I really want to say it, find someone to share it for me , and I trust my mother very much, I love her, I trust her.

So after telling this secret, the whole person is brisk.In such a happy mood, my college entrance examination scores broke through my limit. I accidentally got admitted to a key university. Although it is not very famous in the whole country, it is a provincial capital university. The university I went to has a high gold content in my hometown, and if I want to go home, I can go back and forth on weekends.

I majored in auditing, and I plan to go to the bank or civil servant after graduation. This major is not so popular, and it is easy to find a job.

I didn't intend to fall in love in college.In the dormitory of the university, there are so many people concentrating on activities, there is no way to hide any secrets. I don’t want to be judged by so many people because of my private life, and it will even affect my graduation. Moreover, I have no financial foundation at all. The single-parent family has a heavy burden. My mother gave me 1000 yuan a month for living expenses. I used up all I had to eat and drink. I didn’t even have the money to open a house and buy a good TT. How could I have the heart to fall in love, so I didn’t have to work hard among my classmates. Find a suitable romantic partner.

In my sophomore year, I mastered the basic professional knowledge and could go out to find a part-time job. At this time, I met my first boyfriend.

He is seven years older than me, almost thirty, but I didn't realize that he was so much older than me until we talked about his age in detail.How should I put it, when I was in school, I got along with people of the same age, and my age was naturally vague, and I felt that others were the same as me, so when I heard that he was seven years older than me, I subconsciously felt that he was the same as me. It's not a generation—isn't it not a generation? The end of the year of birth is already different.In fact, if you are in society, let alone seven years older, you don’t think there is anything wrong with 17 years older. But at that time, I was very surprised, and this surprise was clearly expressed on my face. He smiled and said, Do you think I am very old.

I quickly apologized and looked at him curiously.I can't really tell from the outside. Sometimes when I look at my mother who is dressed up, I think she is very young, enough to surprise everyone.

This man has won my curiosity.

He called connivance.Since that conversation, he has been courting me.At first I didn't realize that he was pursuing me at all, who would have thought that?He is very good at clichés, and unknowingly set out my hobbies, starting with movies, he asked me to watch them.At first I didn't agree. I wanted to watch a movie. Naturally, it was more convenient to watch it with my dormitory classmates, and we could chat more easily.But he always has a way to ask me to see it. There are always so many new movies released every week. He begged me pitifully, and I went.

Then, he always "passes by" my school, so we eat together; when he works part-time, he picks me up and goes to and from get off work.I finally got the hang of it and realized that he was after me.

After I understood it, he understood it from my somewhat concealed attitude, so he became bolder and confessed to me.I didn't think much of it, and even though it wasn't what I expected, I said yes.

When we were eating together, his parents would occasionally call him, and he would say that he was out for something and would not go back to eat.I knew in my heart that it might be love for me, but not necessarily for him.Why do you need results in love?

After three months in a relationship, I understand pampering more and more.Connivance has a high EQ, although he said I was his first boyfriend.I don't believe this. He is nearly thirty years old and has a very high EQ. How could it be possible that he has never been in a relationship?His emotional intelligence is not sweet talk. On the contrary, he hardly talks about it. It’s just the little things I mentioned inadvertently. He will remember them and bring them to me one by one.Small enough to bring me my favorite snacks every time I come here, small enough to call restaurants all over the city because of what I want to eat, small enough to tell me that I forgot my clothes on the bus, and he will drive to the terminal and wait. , and then gave it to me lightly.

He always moves me.I made fun of him and said that you are my Tinkerbell, the three-dimensional version, the little person version, he laughed and said that he would be my Tinkerbell forever.

The things he did for me were all trivial things, but he was considerate of everything and did it silently, and he never showed credit for himself.Accumulated one by one, I suddenly understood that I would never meet someone who is so conniving and treats me better—my mother can’t do this, and I really understand what it means to be as precious as a treasure .

The more he does this, the more frightened I become. It's not because I feel that I can't take it seriously, but because I don't know where the bottom line of connivance is and how far it can go.He has always agreed with what I said, and he will fulfill what I said unintentionally.All of this is like a TV series, but the male protagonists in the TV series over the years don't have this kind of behavior.It's more like a fairy tale than real.

I am not like his lover, but more like his loyal master, or his spoiled son.

I want to break up with him.He was so kind to me, so kind that this kindness would change me.I will become unable to leave him, will become self-willed, and will feel that the world should listen to me.What if he's gone?Then can I still bear it?

So I'm going to end it before that.

This is of course very unfair to him, he just tried his best and treated me well beyond the limits of ordinary people.It's hard for me to talk about breaking up.

Connivance once again proved his high emotional intelligence.I just turned down [-] dates and he came to my school and pulled me out and asked me what was on my mind.

I can't say that he treats me too well, it's too cruel, but if I don't say it, I'm sorry for him.

I said I want to break up, I can't get used to your kindness to me.

He said he liked me and wanted to do everything for me.If I really want to break up, he will say yes, it's the last thing he can do for me.

I vacillated for a long time, he was at war with my kindness and my change, and he stood there, head bowed, waiting for my sentence.

Then I said, I'm sorry, I like you too, but I really can't bear your liking.

That's how I broke up with my first boyfriend.After breaking up with Connong, I was sad for a long time, and couldn't help but go home and talk to my mother.My mother listened patiently, and then told me that generous love can easily be misunderstood as charity, and then the idea of ​​rejection arises.She asked me if this impromptu chicken soup joke made sense.

I suddenly realized it, and I said, I see, no wonder people always post, saying that they are so good to their lovers, why they still broke up.

My mother said again, tell me another story that is not relevant.

She said that she attended the funeral of her colleague's father last month, and her colleague cried and fainted several times during the funeral.It turned out that the man's father loved sweets, but he had severe diabetes, and sweets were strictly forbidden, but he couldn't help his father's begging, and couldn't help secretly giving his father a piece or two of snacks. As a result, his father died of diabetes.

This story is really irrelevant, but I still have some enlightenment.The pouring love is too hot, too dense, too full, and everything about me seems to be invaded.I shouldn't have agreed to him in the first place. I think that in the future relationship, any object I meet will be compared with him, and I may fall into a situation of regret.

Because I don't believe that there will be someone who treats me better than him.

The author has something to say: Happy Valentine's Day!Valentine's Day should post something useful, such as this "Ten Reasons to Break Up with Ten Boyfriends" (yes, the title of the article is either this or intentional), you must know that sweet love is always similar, write some sweet love Or the side story is really boring, why don't you write some unsweet love stories that are always different, to help everyone be more measured in love and go further in the long run.

Of course, I am still a single person who wants to write this kind of thing, so please treat it as a joke if what I write is useful, after all, this is still a newspaper article.

This short story is still my favorite No.1 title, but it has been changed to a lighter style, and the writing is more realistic. I hope that readers who are used to my previous style will continue to like it this time =3