From two different worlds.

This will be quite lengthy, as I leave you all to decide which details are pertinent and which are not.

Recently the weirdest thing happened.

The most beautiful, warm, and wonderful person fell in love with me. She is the type of girl you only see in the movies. She's a 10/10, and on a whole different dating strata from myself. She's as successful as I am (if not more so) and comes from a well-bred family that instilled her with values and inner beauty also. Despite her breathtaking good looks, she's still a virgin at age 28. She's a unicorn.

I came from a poor family. My father was a miner and my mother was a maid. I didn't have the same advantages as my peers in school and I was taught to be outspoken about my faith, which made me a target to some of the more ornery kids. I was a rumor magnet which left me isolated and humiliated and broken. Eventually I took my dignity back and achieved far more in life than any of the people who used me for their amusement, but these were my formative years and they certainly red-pilled me early on in life.

Whereas I was spending every day just trying to make it to the bell so I could get home and hang out with my cousins and forget that I was a pariah, she was receiving adoration and praise as an extra-curricular starlet. I was the type of guy that girls like her always found to be weak and awkward and perhaps pitied that I would die a virgin.

Around that same time in our lives, her brother committed suicide because their father was unable to accept that he was gay. So it's not as though her life was always rosy. She's suffered collateral damage and heartbreak because others couldn't take the pain, but she hasn't experienced even a tenth of the direct hostility that I have... and I can't help but feel resentment toward her for her inability to intimately empathize with the demons I still wrestle with.

To make matters worse, I recently opened up to her about all of this. I don't know what I was expecting, but it stung me that she glossed over it with platitudes. What's done is done, she said, and she doesn't see me any differently, that it wasn't important, and didn't matter, and isn't that enough? Maybe it should be, but it left me feeling extremely vulnerable.

I needed her to become a salve on my heart, dispel my preconceived ideas about how this changes the way she sees me, and ensconce me with her love. I needed her to pour her love on me like anointing oil and I needed her to uplift me, but instead she withdrew, and in our frustration we simply bid each other good night.

This morning, I received a text from her, "Good morning, tc"

I told her the same, got a thumbs up in response.

I don't know what I should do. I need her to understand that this is not a small part of who I am, so if I continue the conversation with her as though last night never happened, I feel that this will undermine that message. However if I approach her about my feelings, there's my expectation that I'll be seen as dramatic or obsessive.

I need advice fast, from people who have been there themselves. I apologize for the poor quality and content of this post. I wish it could have been happier.

Submitted May 13, 2019 at 11:01PM

This will be quite lengthy, as I leave you all to decide which details are pertinent and which are not.Recently the weirdest thing happened.The most beautiful, warm, and wonderful person fell in love with me. She is the type of girl you only see in the movies. She's a 10/10, and on a whole different dating strata from myself. She's as successful as I am (if not more so) and comes from a well-bred family that instilled her with values and inner beauty also. Despite her breathtaking good looks, she's still a virgin at age 28. She's a unicorn.I came from a poor family. My father was a miner and my mother was a maid. I didn't have the same advantages as my peers in school and I was taught to be outspoken about my faith, which made me a target to some of the more ornery kids. I was a rumor magnet which left me isolated and humiliated and broken. Eventually I took my dignity back and achieved far more in life than any of the people who used me for their amusement, but these were my formative years and they certainly red-pilled me early on in life.Whereas I was spending every day just trying to make it to the bell so I could get home and hang out with my cousins and forget that I was a pariah, she was receiving adoration and praise as an extra-curricular starlet. I was the type of guy that girls like her always found to be weak and awkward and perhaps pitied that I would die a virgin.Around that same time in our lives, her brother committed suicide because their father was unable to accept that he was gay. So it's not as though her life was always rosy. She's suffered collateral damage and heartbreak because others couldn't take the pain, but she hasn't experienced even a tenth of the direct hostility that I have... and I can't help but feel resentment toward her for her inability to intimately empathize with the demons I still wrestle with.To make matters worse, I recently opened up to her about all of this. I don't know what I was expecting, but it stung me that she glossed over it with platitudes. What's done is done, she said, and she doesn't see me any differently, that it wasn't important, and didn't matter, and isn't that enough? Maybe it should be, but it left me feeling extremely vulnerable.I needed her to become a salve on my heart, dispel my preconceived ideas about how this changes the way she sees me, and ensconce me with her love. I needed her to pour her love on me like anointing oil and I needed her to uplift me, but instead she withdrew, and in our frustration we simply bid each other good night.This morning, I received a text from her, "Good morning, tc"I told her the same, got a thumbs up in response.I don't know what I should do. I need her to understand that this is not a small part of who I am, so if I continue the conversation with her as though last night never happened, I feel that this will undermine that message. However if I approach her about my feelings, there's my expectation that I'll be seen as dramatic or obsessive.I need advice fast, from people who have been there themselves. I apologize for the poor quality and content of this post. I wish it could have been happier.