So, This Is A H**l Of.a Story. I’m not looking for advice or anything. I just want my story to be heard by the world. So… about a year and a half ago I met a girl. She was actually dating my friend at the time. When we met I was 19 and she was 17. didn’t talk to each other when we met. I had no interest in getting to know her since my friend is kind of a w***e, and doesn’t keep a girlfriend for very long. I talked to my buddy for a bit, then they went one way and I went another.
A month or so after that meeting, the girl sent me a friend request on Facebook, and given that she dated my friend I accepted it, so as not to be rude. Once I accepted the request she immediately started messaging me, and shockingly we immediately hit it off. We exchanged phone numbers and texted each other everyday, all day long. I’d text her while I was at work, at home, in the shower, before bed, after bed, when I woke up in the middle of the night. 24/7. Finally we made plans to hang out sometime at the end of July. Since we’re both teenagers, we decided to get drunk. When we met up, she was as quiet as a mouse, and we were both unbelievably shy. We were having a great time, and by the end of the night I had finally worked up the courage to kiss her. The following weekend we started dating. I have a drug problem, but she knows about it, I support my own habit, and I don’t let it affect my personal, or professional lives. I don’t claim to be but I was the image of a perfect boyfriend, besides my addiction. Anything she wanted, she got. Whenever she needed me, I was there, no matter the reason.
As a matter of fact, a week after we started dating she spent the weekend at my house, where I found out she was actually living in a foster home, and had run away just to be with me. We were young, dumb, and I thought madly in love. A month in, a few days before Halloween, I found out she cheated… I was devastated, but so head over heels I decided to give her another chance. Another month goes by, I find out she did it again, with the same guy. Like an idiot, and the reason I dont feel I deserve pity, or sympathy. Even after that I decided to keep trying. Still maintaining myself as the perfect, loving boyfriend. Around Christmas time she developed a bit of a habit with xanax, and got herself arrested and sentenced to an in patient rehab for about a month. Around the end of January I found out she was talking to the same guy, again. Again… LIKE AN IDIOT, I told her she better not let me catch her doing it again. Still playing the role of the perfect boyfriend, I bought her a $200 turtle necklace (she loves turtles so much) for Valentine’s day. End of March I found out she was not only talking to the guy again, I also found out she NEVER STOPPED talking to him since the first time she cheated. We didn’t talk after that.
Two weeks later, after I started talking to her again, we got back together. At the end of June, we broke up again, for the same reason. At this point the sex didn’t bother me, since it has always been with the same guy. It was the lying that got to me. Since every time this happened she tells me that she loves me so much, and doesn’t care about this other guy, it’s just sex, and when the two of them hang out he does nothing but p**s her off, use her, and abuse her, I told her that I WANTED her to spend every waking moment with him, and that she won’t get another chance until she begs me to let her stop hanging out with him. Two or three weeks ago, she finally asked, and we got back together, but two Fridays ago I found out she was talking to him… still. So here we are, still friends, but I actually have no interest in being with her again. Anyway… That’s the story of how I flushed a year of my life down the toilet, and had my heart broke tens of times. Feel free to comment and tell me how much of an idiot I am.
There’s a lot more drama that happened in between too, that ISN’T cheating related. About how she let her father believe I abused her, because the guy told him I did, and tons more other drama filled events. Anyway… Have a nice day.