Addicted To You

22 - Ex Girl

Philip was going back to Seattle soon and thus would end the distraction for me. I had enjoyed his company and it gave me a chance for full closure on our relationship. We had ended things amicably when he left, so there was no 'bad blood' between us and we had proven that we were able to continue as friends only.

We had been together for five years, but looking back I don't feel like our relationship ever really blossomed into anything sustainable. We were comfortable. We never fought. In the beginning, we would go out and do fun things, like go hang out with his friends on their houseboat, or take a weekend trip to the beach.

As he got busier with his job, we stayed home more and more. We hardly saw each other for days sometimes. He was trying to get the promotion and had to show management that he was executive material. By the end, we were basically friends with benefits and called it a relationship.

He proposed and promised he would take care of me and my mom. He promised the standard two kids and a dog with a house in the suburbs complete with an in-law suite for mom. Trips to Disney would be the highlight of our year, and dinner would be on the table at 7 every night. It was my mom's dream for me. At the time, I thought it was mine too.

Sex with Philip was standard missionary position with occasional cowgirl if the mood struck me, and he would usually finish me off with a toy. I never climaxed during sex, not with him or anyone else before Minhyuk.

I had picked up a few tricks along the way when I was in college, but they didn't benefit me. They benefited my partner. I was often left disappointed or frustrated because I didn't get to orgasm. Philip at least tried. He would make sure I had a turn, usually with a toy.

Once he started working late hours to move up in the company and I was working at a PR firm with crazy hours, we began drifting apart. Neither of us was fighting to get back to the other. He got the promotion which required a move to Seattle and assumed Mom and I would go with him. I had no desire to move out there, and neither did Mom.

Seeing him now, I realized that what I had felt for him was not love. He was safe and comfortable. He would have given me a comfortable life. Our children would have been beautiful and super smart. I would have probably ended up leaving him when the boredom began to kill me. At the time, our life together seemed perfect. Now? I was glad I had let him go.

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Philip picked me up at 5:00 and we drove to his parents' house 15 minutes away. I was nervous and I didn't understand why. I had always felt that way before seeing them. I guess I was more apprehensive than nervous, and it was really only his mom. His dad loved me. We used to watch football together and he taught me to play golf. I am not a fan of either sport, but he made them fun. Because of him, I understand the rules and can get carried away when the game is good.

Edith, on the other hand, never invited me to do anything, even help her clean up after meals or family get-togethers. Not once did she ask me to play Canasta with the girls, or even help her cook Thanksgiving dinner. She would accept my contributions, but she never ate anything I brought. She sampled and told me how I could 'do better next time'. Once I tried to help her wash up the dishes, and she rewashed each one I touched.

I took a deep breath as Philip opened the door and announced our arrival. Phil, Sr. was hobbling on his crutches to get to the door and greeted me with as big of a hug as he could muster.

"Well, aren't you just as pretty as a peach in June! Rileigh, how ya been, hun?"

"Oh, you always were a flatterer, Phil. I'm doing okay. I hear you finally got a brand new knee!"

I stepped back and gave the old man the once over. He was a tall man with a bit of a belly. His once sandy brown hair was now completely white and still fully covered his head. His eyebrows were bushy and wiry and they sat over a pair of steel gray eyes that sparkled with life, even in his current state.