by Sagan on Mon May 23, 2005 6:53 am
Wow, I really wish I had found this place ealier. Let me start off by saying, thank you, man, knowing this happens to others actually helped me out a lot. Ill tell ya my situation, heh.
Im currently a mere 18 years of age, but man, I fell in love, and I fell hard.
I moved out to my current town before freshman year of high school. Shy, confused, and overall already depressed man from may years of torment in middle school. I met this girl in my spanish class freshman year, and wow, she was beautiful. Her name was Katherine. We were the BEST of friends for about a year and a half. We talked EVERY day, for hours at a time. She had a beautiful body, blonde, curves were perfect, and she was innocent. She was a good little chuch girl, with a bit of a crazy side though, perfect. I fell in love with her about 6 months or so of being friends. Again, me being shy, I had no idea what to do. She brought my current self out in me, I'm actually social now, because of her. I told her a few times I loved her, with no return. She would say that she wasnt comfortable with relationships. I finally got her though, and we had the greatest relationship, i was in heaven. We went out for just under 2 years, which is huge for a high school relationship, and pretty good considering, she was my first girlfriend. I went from 0-120 with her. She was my first "holding hands" to my first time having sex. We started that about 9 months into dating, we wanted to be slow. Man, she was passionate. Then, things started to die off after about a year and a half. She started hanging out with another guy more and more on a "friend" basis. I started working more, going to about 30 hours a week, with school. I would always suspect her of liking him, and for going with him. Things kept going downhill.
We broke up in November of '04, and within a few weeks, she was with that guy. She had also picked up smoking pot. That pretty much killed me. I was not sleeping, not eating, then the opposite, sleeping all the time and eating junk food. I tried to get back with her, repeatedly, and to no end. We tried to be civil but that didnt end up working. We went out to lunch one day, to try and be friends. I ended up yelling at her in the middle of noodles and company, and threw my chair, caling her a pot smoking slut. etc etc.
She had lied to me, she had told me she had never tried it, and that she hadnt been with any other guy than me since the break up.
I HATE being lied to... we then stopped talking until about a week ago. We were great, everything had been worked out again, i felt alive again, and actually smiling, until, again she lied. She went to star wars with a group of friends and i, but she lied to me, and went high. I also found out that she is now looking for random people to have sex with and feel no emotional attachment. Which, in itself, sickens me.
I called her while at work, telling her if she wanted to grow up and talk to me like an adult, for her to do it. I havent recieved a phone call.
Ive gone back to exiling her out of my life, phone numbers deleted, screennames deleted.
Problem is, my memory. I know her phone numbers, her screennames, her bank account numbers, her pin numbers, her license plate numbers, everything. I cant get her out of my head for the life of me.
I HATE HER SO MUCH, but I still have this hope that somewhere, inside this lady of a body that she has now, is the good little church girl i fell in love with so long ago. I dont think i can do anything about it. shes stuck in my head. Ive been close to other girls, and ive gotten numbers, but i cant do anything. I mean, im no Brad Pitt, but im not bad my any means, and I can get a girl no problem. Unfortunetly, I have no desire to pursue. I need that drive back. Is there anything I can even do about that?
Ive been tossing around the ideas of going to a physcologist. But im not sure yet. Ive been driving myself nuts, EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE i can segway into talking about my ex, ive made my little hell a part of my close friends lives, and i hate that. Its lost all meaning. Everything i talk about has something to do with her.
I'm sorry, im probobly just rambling, but it did feel good to get this out, and if theres any more ideas you guys have, id be glad to hear it, they've been really good so far.
All in all, I've been broken up for 8 months, and im still living in hell.