I met a guy online. I hate the idea of falling in love with someone you've never met before in person, but I did. We were supposed to have had phone sex once, just to get each other off, but we kept talking and we fell in love with each other.
It's been 8 months now and things have completely changed for me. He introduced me to this life of control and submission. For a long time I was hesitant and couldn't imagine the idea of wanting to be owned property. I wanted to stay "normal" and we've had plenty of heartache and grief over me wanting to pull away from him for that reason. He comforted me and would stay on the phone for hours just listening to me cry. And not just about me being confused about wanting this lifestyle for myself but about my own problems with family, depression, etc.
I have aspirations of becoming a housewife for a successful man, cooking, cleaning. Of being his little girl, sucking my thumb and talking in a tiny voice. Of being a kitty on a leash and meowing for him, eating food that he has cummed on out of a bowl on the floor. Of being his personal fuckdoll, letting him use me whenever he wants. This is what I want now.
Only recently I've found out he has lied about his first and last name and his age. (He's only two years younger than he at first claimed but still a decade older than me.) He said he kept this from me because he has an ex-girlfriend who he was worried might hurt herself (as she's apparently been known to do) if she found out that he left her for another girl. He was planning to tell me this in August, for when he had bought plane tickets to fly down and spend a week with me in summer. Right before our first meeting. He only told me earlier because I pressured him to talk about something he was avoiding.
I was hurt. I felt like I had been writing love notes in class to a stranger. I've never lied to him, even when it was unbearably uncomfortable to tell the truth. And we've been talking for eight months. Eight months. He didn't feel guilty about lying to me that whole time? About lying to the girl he that he loved? I've opened up to him so much, more than any other person in my life. More than I have to myself and I get a fake name?
Not only that but when we had first started talking he had a buddy icon up of a headshot of a man with dark hair wearing a black polo. I never asked about it because I was too shy, but I had assumed that was him and I burned that image in my mind. This was the man I was in love with. The man I pictured every time I heard his voice.
But it wasn't. He send me a picture today. Abruptly, I didn't ask for it. I've never asked for a picture of him and when I saw, he was different. Now I feel as if I've fell in love with someone else, someone who doesn't even exist. I have these new needs and wants and no one to fulfill them.
I thought about staying with him. I thought, "these things don't change the person he is inside, Anna! The person that loves you!" But what if it does? We've had a completely online/phone relationship so who knows what else he has lied about. I'd like to believe he hasn't, that that was it, but how can I be sure? And if we continued, we'd still be in different time zones for almost 2 years before we could be together physically besides short visits. If we could be in person then I'd know exactly who he was, he wouldn't be able to hide from me like he can so easily now.
I'm heartbroken. I gave this man so much of myself just to realize that he's been fooling me. I feel like I am some naive, young girl who let herself be taken advantage of at a weak moment.
Anna