I thought he was 35 years old, but in reality...
He told me he was 35…
he’s actually 48.
Said he was single…
turns out twice divorced with two kids
— one almost my age.
He looked young,
stayed in shape, hid it well.
I didn’t question it at first.
But the worst part?
He was only there when *he* needed me.
No real dates. Just excuses.
Always time for sex, never time for me.
In the end, I realized —
I wasn’t a girlfriend…
I was just convenient.