My love life has become a bit like the weather in Colorado. If you don’t like it wait 30 minutes and it will change. For the second time in 6 months I find myself in the unenviable position of having to fall out of love with someone, against my own wishes. It doesn’t get any easier and I expect this one to hurt much worse than the first one did. One thing is for certain. I am fucking done with relationships I have to hide or keep on the d/l, I don’t care how good the sex is. This is all too often the case with interracial relationships in my experience. I’m done with this shit. I want to be around people that make their own decisions. I’m starting to understand how fat girls feel when guys think they’re good enough to lay but won’t take them out in public.