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Have you ever felt like everyone you date finds true love or purpose in life right after they break up with you? That you just take them into foster care until they find their forever home? You prepare them for life, care for them, give them a loving home until they are ready for their real adventure and leave? Then you're a foster girlfriend too (or boyfriend, and again, thank you for reading me). A foster girlfriend is just like a real girlfriend, but without the happy ending. It might seem like the relationship is something special, but it will definitely end once the foster kid man is ready to be adopted by their future wife. A foster girlfriend is a permanent ex that wives stalk on social media while sipping on their rosé, when they need a break from changing diapers.

I have watched half of my exes get married and settle down right after dating me. For some of them I cheered, for some of them I drank. Didn't toast, drank. Blackout drunk drank. What's the only question on my mind when my ex is getting married? Why not me. It's simply because I'm the foster girlfriend. When we dated, he wasn't ready. I prepared him. I broke him. I made him the man the new wifey gets to enjoy. And she thinks, oh Lord, what an amazing man I've found! He is really something special! Yeah, you should have seen him before. Believe me it took me many wardrobe changes, haircuts and late night talks to shape him into who he is today. He needed to be taught how to treat a woman, how to make her happy and what the hell surprises are. He was special in a very different way before, darling. You're welcome.

The other half of my exes were hit harder by dating me - they just decided to not date anymore at all. I'm very proud of myself for that. This is what unloading my emotional baggage in that safe place of a relationship did to them - they refuse to look at another girl. So proud. And this, girls, is how fuckboys are made. Please accept my sincere apologies for my part in this. I didn't know what I was doing. Less proud. I've seen them getting successful in their jobs, traveling the world and having the best time of their lives after we broke up. I like to think I contributed to their happiness by showing them the worst time while they were with me. Again, so proud.

Being a foster girlfriend is a little bit like being a nun - but with a lot of sex -, you sacrifice your own happy ending for someone else's without even knowing it. The only difference is that it's not at all by choice. Do I want to move on from this? Of course I do. Do I move on from this? Nope. How do I move on from this? Moreover, the more I date, the shorter the foster time gets. I was together with my first boyfriend for four years, when he finally realized he wanted to propose to someone else. Then I was with a guy that was lost in his studies, couldn't figure out what exactly he wanted to do in life, then dated me for less than a year and got there. All it took was a breakup with me. He changed countries, paid back his debt and now is an amazing photographer. Good for him. Lately - and I'm happy to present another service upgrade - it seems like all it takes is a night with me. Or two, tops. You wake up next to me, look at me as the morning Sun shines on my very asleep peach colored cheek, you smile and think to yourself: hahaha, hell nah! (Can't wait for the comments under this post!)

Jokes aside - a foster girlfriend is also your tour guide in life. Shows you the how-to's and whatnots, warns you about any danger ahead and makes sure you leave with a smile on your face when you're ready. Please don't forget to give us a good rating, thank you for your kindness. Being the one making you a man is exhausting. We don't want to do this. We are not paid enough for this job. Please pay our meals, we're starving. Or pay for the groceries we need to get to make you a warm meal at least once a day - that's closer to reality. While we do this, you're out there, becoming the man another woman will happily marry. Someone else will come, show the slightest interest in you - that's when your brain finally starts to work on its own as your foster mommy girlfriend isn't there to help you out with words - and you remember all the knowledge you gained in your foster relationship, then the magic happens, the new woman will happily take you, because you're ready. This is how men are made. Their moms start raising them and their girlfriends finish.

We don't want to pick up your dirty socks from the floor. We don't want to cook for you everyday. We want to be taken out for a romantic dinner. We also want to be taken care of. We want to be loved. Or loved back. But that's not what we're there for. Or at least in your opinion that's not what we're there for. It would be nice if you recognized. It would be nice to be recognized. Appreciated. Probably the only way to move on from being a foster girlfriend is to stop acting like one. I saw many of my girlfriends not treating their boyfriends like an injured fawn, and that ring somehow landed on their finger. I never understood how it's possible that they get their happy ending and I don't, when I treat my boyfriend so nicely. Maybe it's time for me and all the foster girlfriends out there to stop treating our other halves like they were retarded helpless and in need, and allow ourselves to be the girl in the relationship. Maybe that would break the cycle. I'll let you know once I've tried.

Until then, my friends, I'll try to take puppies and kittens into foster care. They don't leave and they don't care about the upgrades. And if you need these kind of services, please do us a favour and go back to your mother. Only she and Katy Perry will love you unconditionally.

V

(This is not a sex ad, thank you for your attention.)

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