Situationship with a Side of Sex: When Lust Feels Like Love

Situationship with a Side of Sex isn’t love. It’s a hobby. Let’s talk about it.

Situationship with a Side of Sex - Man lounging casually with no ambition

Ever been stuck in a situationship with a side of sex? It sounds like a spicy order at your favorite brunch spot, right? But if you’ve been there, you know it’s less bottomless mimosas and more bottomless disappointment.

He’s younger. Prettier. Built like he was made to be seen and felt and baby, he’s exceptional at that one thing. But that’s all he’s bringing to the table. No stability. No future. Just vibes and stroke game.

Meanwhile, he’s camped out in your space, eating your snacks, hogging your Wi-Fi, and asking you what you’re doing with your life while he’s still spelling “resume” with a Z.

This ain’t a relationship. It’s a circus. And girl, you’re buying the ringmaster ties knowing damn well he doesn’t own a suit. He’s not planning dates, he’s planning his next nap on your couch.

You’ve romanticized his potential. You’ve mistaken loud orgasms for intimacy. You keep hoping he’ll evolve into something steady, something real. But every time you squint hard enough to see a future, reality smacks you with the truth:

He’s not your man. He’s your pastime.

He’s the human version of a distraction, good enough to reroute your cravings, but not nearly good enough to anchor your heart.

So what now? Do you keep playing house with a man who’s allergic to commitment? Or do you reclaim your bed, your bandwidth, and your boundaries?

If you’re being honest, you already know. You deserve more than climax cameos and late-night pop-ups. You deserve peace, pleasure and presence.

When Situationships with a Side of Sex Wear You Down

You’re not crazy for wanting the sex and the substance. But you’ll keep missing both if you keep romanticizing crumbs.

I used to think wanting more made me needy. But now I know it makes me self-aware. My bed, my body, my peace, they deserve better than inconsistency dressed up as companionship.

Let him be someone else’s headache. And keep your ties for a man who knows how and when to wear one.

Still unsure? Drop your truth in our Sticky Confessions below and let it go. Or read how others are untangling toxic ties of their own.

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