My story, I'd like to think, is somewhat of a beautiful tragedy.
First off, I was in the wrong completly, and don't know if I trully deserve relief from this heartache and paint I feel.
I was in a relationship with my ex for about 3 years. We are both young and in college and started out by living with each other. As if we didn't see each other enough, we eventually started working together. This was fine for a while, but eventually our conversation would become tired and bored. A few weeks later, I realized our sex life had almost completly died.
