I (F27) was with my boyfriend (M27) for about 4 years and before that we were friends since primary school, and I loved him to death for sticking with me through my studies, when my mother died, when I struggled to find a job and practically lived off him.
But even the strongest love stories eventually dissipate away, if not completely then little by little. I eventually fell out of love with him even though I am forever grateful for what he’s done for me and what we have been through.
Because I can no longer find the same level of intimacy and romance, I started turning to male escorts and the differences were staggering.
I hooked up with this Viet male escort whom I hired for $300, and we slept together every week until I realised that I was developing feelings for him.
After one of our sessions, I asked him out on a date. He accepted it and we were secretly seeing each other until my breakup with my boyfriend, when we eventually became public.
I didn’t mind that he was an escort who slept with women of all shapes, sizes and ages for money, because that was how we met.
And he is also earning so much more than me, about $10k per month, whereas I’m just earning about $3k in my current job.
I know this is wrong and I feel like I have wronged my boyfriend, but love is blind and irrational.