When “Love” Isn’t Always Enough, And When Self Love Is Crucial (Feedback On The Severity Also Welcome)!
When Love Isn’t Enough…
TLDR: started dating. He told me he loves breasts. Told him about my deformity. He told me love mattered most. Got married. Saw them. Changed his whole demeanor toward me and lost interest in a bond. :(
Yes, self love is key, but I wish I could be desired, honestly.
I understand I should have gone with my better judgment: don’t date a titty lover. Yet, what do you do when a man is a gentleman, not pushy, but genuinely seems interested, even after you educate him on your deformity? How would it have felt if I turned him down for liking breasts? After all, he continuously reassured me that no deformity or imperfection would chase his desire away. We are told, “love is enough with the right person,” we are also told, “confidence is key,” but what we aren’t told is enough is, “you never know until you try.”
He felt them and approved; TMI (too much info): he used to moan in delight when massaging them in the beginning. He also got harder during sex. Nowadays, he never gets hard enough to perform…
Ok, TMI-over. However, after I finally let him see them, the excitement on his face visibly diminished…I will never forget how disappointed he looked, the fake smile he tried to force before HE put my shirt back down for me…
The two year anniversary of this embarrassing night recently passed, and things have never returned to the elated, delightful love we shared before he saw my TBD. He once begged to take showers with me or see pictures. After seeing them, he’s made excuses when I ask if he wants to shower…he’s made excuses for his lack of response to intimate pictures. He’s made remarks like, “you still have a pretty face,” and, “I’m glad you found a nice guy like me to still love you regardless of those.”
Yet, I know it could be much worse. I know he could be really mean about my breasts. I’ve read hurtful stories on here from women whose husbands had hurtful nicknames for their tuberous breasts, so I am extremely grateful my husband hasn’t done that. It just hurts to have felt his excitement physically drain from him, because I wish he would have genuinely wanted a bond beyond my breasts, and I was open with him about them!!! I wish he would have made the decision to reject me before pursuing me as his wife.
If you read this, thank you very much. I don’t want to be negative, but I also want to prevent any of my fellow TBD sisters from this unnecessary heartache. I strongly advise against dating a man who openly tells you he’s a titty-lover—especially if you didn’t ask!!! Now, I’m stuck in a mental loop of constant reminders I’m not what my husband wants. I can’t go into public, watch shows, look at the internet, or even read books without my brain reminding me those women have breasts my husband would most likely approve of.
It’s a cruel reminder that there is something noticeably off about my breasts. I have been rejected for my breasts in the past—I even had a man on Craigslist (USA) ghost me when I answered his ad offering a free room to a woman willing to walk around in lingerie. Yes, it was a low moment in my life to even consider rooming with a stranger, but my emphasis is on the fact even a craigslist creep ignored me after seeing these things!!! Are they truly that awful looking? I’m open to feedback.
Anyway, TBD sisters, I know self-love is key, so I have been fighting really hard to spend more intimate time alone with my breasts. I am trying very hard to learn to love them…(while I save up money for surgery and recovery!) I hope this long-winded post will help some of you go into the dating world with extreme caution, because you cannot plant flowers in barren soil. In other words, love might not be enough if the man is genuinely and carnally aroused by breasts. I don’t want any of you stuck in this mental loop.