Befriending my girlfriend's Ex

[Hello, this is my first story that I am writing and putting out here. Please be gentle, let me know of anything that needs better execution. This story is something that has been bouncing in my head that I have now put to paper. Comment with any feedback and enjoy!

All characters are 18+]

I have always been a smaller guy, only standing at 5'5 gives me certain disadvantages in the dating scene now that I am 25. Which is why I love my girlfriend, Jenny who is 25 as well, so much. Despite my height and meager appearance, she still said yes to going out with me. Short blonde hair with icy blue eyes was somehow good enough to make up for the rest of me. Having a lithe body with literal no body hair doesn’t make me the obvious choice for the bombshell that she is. Jenny has all of the beautiful curves and definition of someone who keeps their body in the best shape. Her skintight clothes show off her round butt perfectly, somehow her voluptuous chest stays in her bras and shirts; DD cup size and I think that is her being modest. The long soft blonde hair that always is perfectly shaped for her stunning face. The emerald, green eyes always hypnotize me into doing whatever she wanted.

Everything was perfect for me; had a girlfriend, a sufficing job, and an okay apartment. An apartment change was in order for the end of the year when Jenny’s roommate leaves. They are moving cities and Jenny already said she wants me to move in with her. Which is why I always have a smile on my face. There could be many things I could feel self-conscious about; my height, my small 3-inch manhood, my nonexistent muscles. But Jenny has repeatedly said she doesn’t mind all of my differences from her normal boyfriends. All of her exes seem to be on the opposite end of the spectrum and I at first felt intimidated when she mentioned who she previously dated. Which for my case any other man almost out ranks me if I were to be honest.

Nathanial was the ex that I had always been the most worried about, I don’t know why she showed me a picture of him in the first place. The muscles clearly defined in his designer shirts and jackets. His fashion sense seemingly decades ahead of me. Not only that she has some photos still of where you can clearly see his above 7 inch endowment outlined by his shorts, I must assume he must be a good 9 inches hard. Her laying on his chest seems so different when we do it. It seems right for her to be in his arms because they look like the perfect couple together, her the beautiful woman and him the clear alpha man he is. It made me worry about what it meant that she still had pictures of him on her phone.

The first time I brought up the issue about her still having photos of him was the first argument that we got into. For some reason she would not budge on keeping them. It was ‘not a big deal, and I should stop acting like a jealous boyfriend. I know you still watch porn sometimes and I don’t get mad at that!’ Quickly I shut up and moved on, like most of the arguments and confrontations in life I submit allowing the other party to win. To me I rationalized that in order to keep the most beautiful and perfect girlfriend I had to allow her to keep some old photos of her ex? Then so be it. Jenny is worth it. Allowing her to do what she wants is the price I pay for having what I see as a goddess for a girlfriend.