My Says He Loves Me But Hates The Places I Keep Hair

I’m very hairy, so the hair I cut grows back very fast, and it itches while it grows. I have hair on my legs and on my hands. I have a few between my boobs. I used to be very insecure about them until I grew to accept them for what they are. I couldn’t control them. I couldn’t make them disappear. I couldn’t order them not to grow, so I lived peacefully with it until Nat came along.

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He met me hairy and still thought I was his choice of woman, so he proposed to me. I’m not the kind to play hard to get, so I said yes. It was a long-distance relationship at first because he was working out of town. For three months, we only met twice, and that was the initial stage of the relationship, so we built instead of outpacing ourselves.

Then he came home after the contract, and we started meeting often. Finally, he found me in his bed, and we were ready to let ourselves go. Immediately he saw the hair down there, he stopped and asked, “Is it always like this, or do you get to cut it off at some point?”

He stopped midway, looked down there, and looked into my eyes, asking this question. I answered, “Ah, but is this question necessary at this point?” He answered, “I’m asking because I don’t see any flesh. It’s all covered, and I don’t eat what I don’t see.”

He got up, went through his drawer, picked up a shaving stick, and threw it at me. “Go and shave that forest off before a snake in there bites me.”

I quickly got up and started dressing up. I said, “Fine. I don’t even want to do it again.” I thought he would stop me. While I dressed up, he stood there watching me. He watched me dress up without a fight, and when I said I was leaving, he told me, “Or you don’t want to shave here? No problem, do it before you come next time.”

When I left, I knew I was not entering his room again. Even if he didn’t want it bushy, he could have been discreet about it, but this guy went ahead and embarrassed me as if all I had was hair and no beauty or anything that makes up a good girlfriend.

I’ve had no desire to try again with him, but he keeps talking about it. Just yesterday, he told me I should shave the hair on my legs because that’s what women do to keep smooth and mirror-like skin. “Even me, a man,” he said, “I don’t have this much hair.” I asked him, “Did you come into my life to love me, or did you come to hate my hair? Love me, love my hair.”

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He insists that if I also love him, I would listen to him and do the little things he asks me to do. Do you think this relationship is going somewhere? I’ve fought my own hair and lost; what makes him think he can win over my hair?

—Gold

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