Reassessing My Life - Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Reassessing My Life - Pt. 1

... been together in the first place.”

Her voice was kind as she reassured me, “That’s just how she is. How Mom was, too, according to Dad. She’s good at making a guy think they’re the center of her world.” She put her wine glass down and watched me closely. “Let’s see if this sounds familiar: you mentioned something that you liked when you were dating, and she didn’t seem to know much about it then, but she listened quietly as you talked. And then, within a couple of weeks, she could hold a reasonable but shallow conversation on it. And she did that over and over again, right?”

With a slow nod, I agreed, “Yeah. But, I mean, I do that, too. Try to learn about the things a girlfriend likes if I don’t already know something about them.”

“Yeah, but why do you do it? Because it’s something they care about, and you care about them, right? You want to learn about a thing that they like because they like it, and you want to understand them better. And maybe you learn enough about it to find out that you like it, too.”

She shook her head. “When we were younger, Kim did it because she wanted to keep a guy’s attention. I’ve never once seen her actually give a shit about anything she’s learned longer than it was necessary to convince a guy that she was taking an interest in it. It’s never been genuine, as far as I can tell. I had hoped she’d changed, but I guess not.”

As we ate, I thought back through my relationship with Kim, and I definitely saw some things that, in ...

... retrospect, should have raised red flags. Would have, if I hadn’t been listening to the people around me. Of course, now I was listening to Cass, but she’d never presented herself as anything but what she was; at least, I didn’t think she had.

I thought Cassandra might have a crush on me, and I kept that in mind as I looked back at how she and I had interacted, but it never seemed to be the primary reason for how she treated me or talked to me. She could be snarky or sweet, standoffish or friendly, but I never felt like she was steering me towards her own ends.

Even when things were at their best with Kim, I felt like she was hiding something; I didn’t think she was hiding anything big back then, but the sense was always there. A lot of the other girls in her sorority were like that, too, and the frat boys just kind of put up with it for various reasons, most of them involving naked sorority girls. I went along to get along. I wasn’t doing that anymore; I needed to trust my own judgment again, and that was going to start with Cass. I trusted her, too.

After dinner, we sat with the prenup, and she made little “hmm” and “huh noises as she read. Finally, she made a little triumphant noise. “Child support!”

“You think she’s trying to get child support out of me?”

“Yeah. I mean, if she’s being conniving and not just trying to get back with you, that could be why the sudden drive for babies.” She pointed to a bunch of various clauses. “You’ve got stuff in here for spousal ...