I don’t usually hate myself but when I do, it’s usually related to something I did while thinking with my dick that I feel less than honorable about.
Main one is that there was a girl I had a thing for growing up and through most of hs and college that I let her talk me into a one nighter while she was married to someone else.
Only happened once and was ages ago. She had already cheated on him with someone else at the time and her and then-hubby were on the decline even then / are no longer together. But not proud of it at all and if I could do it over, I like to think I’d do the right thing and decline.
Anyway, on lonely nights with copious amounts of alcohol and self-reflection, that’s still something that eats at me.
I don’t usually hate myself but when I do, it’s usually related to something I did while thinking with my dick that I feel less than honorable about.
Main one is that there was a girl I had a thing for growing up and through most of hs and college that I let her talk me into a one nighter while she was married to someone else.
Only happened once and was ages ago. She had already cheated on him with someone else at the time and her and then-hubby were on the decline even then / are no longer together. But not proud of it at all and if I could do it over, I like to think I’d do the right thing and decline.
Anyway, on lonely nights with copious amounts of alcohol and self-reflection, that’s still something that eats at me.