I’m only happy when I feel needed. I love taking care of my boyfriend. Rubbing his back and feet. Feeding him, listening to his problems, helping him find solutions. Making his sexual fantasies come true. I do these things because I want to. Because I love him and he treats me amazingly well. For the moment I’m happy, but also scared. I suppose it’s the age difference. I want marriage and a child by time I’m 30.. but he’ll still be young. I don’t want to waste more years in a relationship that leads nowhere.