I have a gf, /bant/. I should be lucky. A chubby little Latina that doesn't seem to get her fill of me, mentally or physically. But she wasn't always like this. 2 and a half years I spent with this woman after a bad break up, and she denied to friends and family that we were an item. So I went to another's arms, a coworker. Things were great until the 1st found out that I left her. She begged me to come back, and I did. Now I feel numb. Every day I have to see this gorgeous woman that had my heart for three weeks, and I ripped it away from her to go back. I should be happy with my current gf. Why am I not?