u/Assbait93

As a native New Yorker, I can’t stand when my own move to a southern state and complain about how it is down there. I used to spend time in the south as a kid and I hated it and thank god I had that exposure because I knew what I wanted when it came to living on my own. The south was very slow, needed a car for everything, and if you’re a kid or a teenager your freedom was limited to again, a car. I feel like New Yorkers who are fed up with the cost of living in NYC just see a price a tag in a southern state and think “I’m gonna move there!” And then when they get there it is a whole new level of adjustment. The kicker is that there are way more many options in the north east that is cheaper than NYC that has the same qualities of NYC that they could’ve moved to. It’s just really annoying to me because I understand how expensive it is in NYC, and I can understand how much it is to deal with on a daily basis. But you have so many other choices like upstate NYC, CT, PA, and NJ to choose from and you chose somewhere in Texas or Georgia because you thought you were gonna live like a king? Save me those tears.

I was seeing someone for a few months, but not really dating by standard means. We met for sex and I often went to his place after work or the gym. He always said I could freshen up at his place and we would have sex, cuddle, talk and I would go home. We would talk regularly and he wanted to hang outside of sex. He would tell me things out of the blue and I always felt like it was nice of him to just randomly tell me about his whereabouts because he never had to out of obligation. He got a new place and I went over to see it and we had a very good time and I stayed the night. I texted him when I got home and he said he enjoyed me over and I thought it we could spend more time together, but he ghosted me after I tried reaching out twice. I already knew what that means when someone doesn’t respond on two separate occasions.

I’ve been feeling very down about it. I know it was not a “relationship” and I know it’s a fwb type of ordeal, but it felt like it was more than that in some ways. Just me having a safe space with him, being in contact, and him just making me feel good really felt very good to me.

I don’t want to have myself become very emotionally distant from these type of situations. But it seems to me that they almost always end the same way whenever things start to go well, or I think. At times I just wish I could never desire companionship. I’d much rather be alone and not deal with anyone on that level ever again.