“Elsy, I miss you. Where have you been? It’s been since September that you posted, and it’s now February. That’s 5 months. Are you OK?”
Time flies, doesn’t it? I think a lot of us take advantage of time and how fast it passes us by, but I’m so surprised to see it really has been 5 months since I last posted… I’ve been reluctant, as last time I posted about my personal problems after a short hiatus I was accused of just trying to gain more views on my blog in fear of losing a cult following. (Uhhh?)
But, you know, I missed you girls. And I shouldn’t fear what others say. When I set out writing this blog I did so for a place to help other sugar babies, but I think this blog became something more for me. It became a judge free, anonymous zone where I could vent with like minded women. You all have helped me, just as much as I’ve tried to help all of you. Really.
So, my drama will be public, because I frankly don’t care anymore. You girls have become a type of family to me. So, here is the drama….
As you girls may remember, earlier last year, Objection and I had some issues with our relationship which was later reconciled. I was depressed and it broke my heart, but at that time, that’s what I needed. A break. I joined him in Florida for awhile, and we had a new lease on our relationship. We talked about marriage, about children, and how great our future was going to be. We wanted three children. Two boys and one girl. We were excited.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Obj. and I officially broke up by October after some bickering. I was recognized by the blog, which scared me, and scared Objection. I also found Objection on a Sugar Daddy dating site, which he previously hadn’t been on, and it really hit the nail on the head for me. Most sugar daddies have sugar babies while married, and I believed Obj. to be an exception. I don’t believe he was cheating on me. I do believe he was keeping his options open. That upset me a lot. We stopped having sex, we stopped talking, we stopped wanting to spend time together. Nights we would spend watching movies or reading were now nights spent in different rooms doing different things. Me, usually writing. Him, usually watching television or doing something on his phone. Mutually we decided something had left our relationship and we broke up.
The day we broke up was exhausting. The weather outside was dull, cold, and it was quiet outside. Quiet for NYC. Objection was making arrangements to fly back to Florida and he was talking about times that we could leave for the plane in the next week, which day, etc.
“So, what time do you want to leave for Florida?”
And with that, he looked up. Half hurt, half surprised. Maybe even a little annoyed at my bluntness. I think he realized when I looked at him, I was serious. I was aware that our relationship was having issues since he left for Florida the first time. Moving back and fourth to Florida and NYC wasn’t what I wanted.
With breaking up, it also left me somewhat nervous. Objection has been my rock for years. We’ve been very much in love. We were going to marry each other. He also, obviously, financially supported me in ways I now realize I took for granted and helped me out in terms of “connections” in ways I cannot describe either. My boss now treats me differently, I feel awkward going into work, and I’m looking into finding another job. I’m also looking for another sugar daddy. Finding a sugar daddy in this economy is hard and exhausting. I really feel for the new SB’s.
Money-wise, it’s also meant I’ve had to cut back significantly. Living in my old apartment, that, thankfully, I’m able to maintain. Shopping sprees and eating out has definitely been limited though. That being said, I’m cooking more, which is turning out to be so fun. My favorite recipe is currently Leek and Potato soup. Yum. No more shopping sprees, though. It kills me.
This experience has humbled me, more than anything. Do I miss Objection? Of course I do. Do we still talk or have the arrangement we had last time we broke up? No. Objection is not financially supporting me in any way, we don’t talk in any way, shape or form. Do I think we will reconcile? No. I don’t think we will.
So, here I am, back on the Sugar Baby dating scene.