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Doctor with Dobby eyes - 3

Doctor Dobby and I had stopped anything remotely sexual, and turned out to be good friends as I got back with Kel. The whining continued and the Drama was intact. Kel had made his final call, and he found himself a girl to marry. He hurt me with his words. "My girl", "My Girl", he would proudly say, he would fast for her well being. I was jealous, I was hurt. It was too much for me to handle, the pain was something I wanted to run away from. This time, He broke off with me. and he didn't "need" me anymore. He had a perfect life. He found a fellow doctor girl to marry and satisfy his family. He found a guy for weekend sex, and I was just a thing of his past when he was going through a rough patch. I was a distraction and now he didn't need me. When I felt that this time the break was for real, it hurt me more than I knew. And while I was there for the Doc when he was heart broken, he was no where to be seen when the same happened to me. From being Someone who was happy to be with a guy like him, who was a listener, I realized that he was just passing his time, and I was just a driver to him, driving him around when he couldn't.

As days went by Doc had become someone whom I did not recognize. From someone who was smitten in love and was looking forward to a monogamous relationship, he became someone who made false claims to get laid. He portrayed himself to be someone he is not. To some, he was Bisexual, to some he was Top, to some he was rich and to some he was poor. For someone who had no major looks or personality, words were his salvation. Part truths came out of his tongue and he wanted me to enjoy the drama. I couldn't. There was a time, when I had thought I would rather settle down with him. He was no match in any way to Kel, or any of the guys I would like, but it was better to settle down than to put myself out there to the world to Grind. I had to move on. and I had to do it by myself. As much as my career had its own downfall, I knew that I would venture out successful, but this was just too much to handle. I still had not lost hope. 

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