No one needs to read this, no one needs to care. I just need to put it out there. Last night I said my bf broke up with me. The friend he promised didn’t care about me did everything she could to make me feel better. Thank you. But how the last round of this relationship started is what I need to talk about.
He had been dating a girl who was extremely clingy. Finally he broke it off with her. We both said that we still had feelings for the other, but I was a little wary. I told him we needed to wait three weeks before we started dating and he agreed that would probably be smart. About a week later I got a text. It said something along the lines of this: “Hey. I know you’re in love with me and this might crush you, but I’m dating my ex again.”
I replied something along the lines of “fine.” In forty-eight hour she broke up with him and he came crying to me for comfort. And more. I was firm and told him he had to wait two more weeks. He agreed…barely. But then over the next few months it was hard. He yelled and raged at little things or things that hadn’t been intended to hurt him. So I just took it and cried myself to sleep most nights, think this was the price of love.
Suddenly things got distant and he just didn’t want to try. So through text he broke up with me. After months of hiding my true feelings, the fact I was cutting, the fact I tried to kill myself, and didn’t trust my only real girlfriend he broke it off. I should be happy, he really didn’t love me how he should have. He didn’t really care, and he wanted me to pretend everything was fine. I should be glad it’s over. But inside I’m crying, screaming, and cutting. I feel bad for my one friend who gives a shit. I’m shattered.