Here's my story;
For the first time in my life, I thought I was in love. But the weird thing is that it was with one of my friends. A girl.
When I first started college, I met her. I thought she was really pretty, but I thought nothing of it back then. After a few months we had this awesome friendship. And in one of our classes, we started talking about who we liked. So, she liked this guy. And she got this thought in her head that she was not good enough for him. She started to get really down in the dumps about it, and I always tried to comfort her the best I could. After that followed many family and other problems and I comforted her through it. Ever since that, I've always wanted to be there for her.
In one conversation she started calling herself ugly etc. I told her what I thought; that she was one of the most beautiful and (mentally) strongest girls I have ever met. Whenever I talk to her, I like to look into her eyes. I am constantly fighting the urge to want to hug her, or hold her hand. When I see her smile, I smile aswell. Whenever she talks to me and smiles, I find myself smiling minutes after because of it.
But whenever I see her flirting etc. with other people, I just want to pull them apart or run away hysterically crying. I always hug my pillow at night, when I miss her. I've even found myself having dreams about her. I wake up, wanting to be with her.
I think I'm straight. She definately is straight aswell. But this is the first time anything like this has happened to me. This isn't really a heartbreak to some people, but to me it is. Facing the fact that you can never be with someone you are so infatuated with; to me, that is a heartbreak.
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Posted 31 May 2011 - 08:38 PM
Still heart broken.
We were introduced through one of the few friends I had made in the short time I had been in New York.
I move from America from another country with no friend or family in all of America.
He was so funny and made every effort to spend time.
We dated but he had plans to go to California.
He ended up staying for me. We had the best time.
After six months things fell apart ... He was going through a mid-life crisis not knowing what to do with his life while I was building my business.
He started saying he didn't trust me. We had a lot of people jealous of us. Girls wanted him, boys wanted me. We wanted each other.
He asked for a lot of things that I asked for him to give me time on.
He broke it off with me because we were to afraid to say we were in love with each other and that this is the real deal.
Six months later, I am even more shattered and heart broken.
I have lost focus on work, sleep, food, friends.
I am now still so moody, depressed and going crazy.
And this was only a six month relationship. I am supposed to be over it by now.
I would like us to give it another go, but again, I guess we are both so afraid. I love and miss him and want to be together.
We were introduced through one of the few friends I had made in the short time I had been in New York.
I move from America from another country with no friend or family in all of America.
He was so funny and made every effort to spend time.
We dated but he had plans to go to California.
He ended up staying for me. We had the best time.
After six months things fell apart ... He was going through a mid-life crisis not knowing what to do with his life while I was building my business.
He started saying he didn't trust me. We had a lot of people jealous of us. Girls wanted him, boys wanted me. We wanted each other.
He asked for a lot of things that I asked for him to give me time on.
He broke it off with me because we were to afraid to say we were in love with each other and that this is the real deal.
Six months later, I am even more shattered and heart broken.
I have lost focus on work, sleep, food, friends.
I am now still so moody, depressed and going crazy.
And this was only a six month relationship. I am supposed to be over it by now.
I would like us to give it another go, but again, I guess we are both so afraid. I love and miss him and want to be together.
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My breakup story was so bad, it became legendary among my circle of friends.
I was just finishing grad school. I was working as an IT tech for the school and I had a call to fix a computer of a graduate assistant in another department. In those days, fixing a computer meant feeding a lot of 3.5" floppies into a computer, so you would load a floppy and wait. While you were waiting, there was not much to do but strike up a conversation with the user. I started talking to this female graduate student user and we really had a lot in common. Well, she had several more "computer problems" over the next month, and then she asked me out on a date. It was probably the best date I think either one of us had.
We started a relationship that lasted for almost 2 years. During that entire time, we never had one single argument. Sure, we had differences of opinion on some things, but we always seemed to communicate well and get things resolved relatively quickly, so well, I couldn't believe it. We practically finished each other’s sentences. We always held hands in public almost the entire time and things were just perfect. Our friends were just amazed at how close we were. Everyone thought we were going to be the couple who was holding hands 60 years later. Everyone, except her mother, who set out on a deliberate quest to destroy the relationship at all cost, especially as the moment that serious marital commitment was within sight.
I came from a lower middle class background. My family is, for the most part, blue collared and first line factory managers. I was part of the first generation on my mother's side to go to college, much less graduate school. She, on the other hand, came from a fairly well off, lily white household. Another factor, I'm sure, was my mixed ancestry. If you found me dead on the side of a road, you'd probably say I was "white." However, if you meet my mother, it's obvious that I'm part "brown". Her mother wasn't going to stand for this.
For the most part, my girlfriend seemed to blow off the snide remarks from her mother. The rest of her family seemed to like me, especially her grandparents. We continued getting closer and closer. By the end of the relationship, I had finished my grad degree and was working for a large Fortune 500 technology company on their help desk. If you've ever worked help desk, it's one of the most stressful occupations, especially when computers were just becoming mainstream household items. I was given an opportunity to move into a 2nd level support/development position at the company, if I assisted one of the company project managers (PM) on completing this fairly significant project. Just after the project kickoff, the PM bailed and the timeline for completion was cut in half. With the PM’s exit, I was the only one who could finish the project on time. I had to complete my help desk shift, then work on the project. It was a case of working 70 hours a week for 4 weeks or spend the rest of my life on the help desk.
My plan was to pop the question to my girlfriend in a grand outing after the project was completed. At that point, I'd have the plum second line support/development position, normal hours, a normal desk job, and a great raise. All of this would be necessary for starting a family.
Mommy Dearest, however, decided that this was her grand opportunity to sabotage the relationship. I wasn't able to see my girlfriend nearly as much during that last month and when I did see her, I was exhausted. This created a lot of stress, but I told my girlfriend it was only a month or so, then, I would be through with the evil help desk. We were still very close and loving. In the meantime, Mommy Dearest decided to start introducing her selected suitor to my girlfriend at casual functions. The final week of the project was horrible and, it was at that time, of all times, that her grandparents had a major health emergency. Mommy Dearest had some "alone" time with my girlfriend that weekend, in a very emotional moment, at which, I'm sure was discussed, cutting her out of any inheritance if she didn't marry the selected suitor and married me.
My girlfriend called me up the following week, obviously beside herself from the "alone time" with Mommy Dearest. I had just been yelled at by my jerk of a help desk team lead, when she called, for working too much on the project that week and not taking enough calls. This was when we had our first major argument. I asked her if we could postpone discussing things until I was in a better frame of mind, but she insisted. Frankly, I said some really stupid things I didn't mean, but guys, unfortunately, are prone to do that, especially when tired or stressed. We had one more phone call argument where she flat out asked me if I was going to marry her. In a panicked, gut instinctive reaction I stupidly said "No." She said she had made "her decision" and was coming over to talk (ie. breakup).
She came over and asked for her apartment keys. I had already arranged for a couple of days off because that was when I was going to have the grand outing. Instead, it turned into the grand heartbreak. I apologized profusely and repeatedly told her that the project was over and I had the new job, but she had "made her decision." She said she would call me in a few days to discuss some more, but she never did.
A week later, I received what was probably the world's first "Dear @John" email where she said, "I love (selected suitor) and know he's the one. He has given me a *promise ring*." Here I am, sitting on my couch with an engagement ring in one hand and the world's first “Dear @John” letter in the other.
I talked to her grandparents a few weeks later. I was really good friends with them. They knew what Mommy Dearest, their daughter, had done and they were pretty guilt ridden about it. At that point, Mommy Dearest called me to a meeting and, essentially, told me to have no more contact with the family.
I was absolutely despondent. Three weeks afterwards, I was formally offered the 2nd line position in a big company ceremony with the Senior VP of the company presenting me an award and a bonus check for bringing the project to a close on time and without incident in the face of great adversity. I really had a hard time smiling to the crowd. The last thing I needed to do was to break down in front of 300 people over what that piece of plastic had cost me. I was a hard-nosed, young PM.
Afterwards, I went completely "Ernest Hemmingway" for several years, including an excursion into borderline alcoholism. First, I took the money from her engagement ring, plus my bonus check, and bought the hottest sports car I could find. That *was* a *nice* car. Then, after I was promoted, again, I did my industry’s equivalent of joining the French Foreign Legion and took a senior business consulting position with a partner company where I traveled extensively. I racked up enough frequent flyer miles where I think the airline still owes me a 747, not to mention the few hotels I can rent out for free.
I ran into her, inadvertently, online a few years later while running a search for something related to her field. In an unrelated incident, earlier that same week, I had asked a manager what this bar was on his desk with the inscription, "What if?" He turned it over and it said, "????” The moral of the bar was that you'll never know until you try. So, I emailed my ex-girlfriend, fully not expecting her to respond. She and I traded a few emails. Suffice to say, her grandparents were dead, the marriage was pretty much all about the kids and money, the (selected suitor) had no education and career prospects, other than his trust fund, Mommy Dearest had an aneurism and was mentally disabled, and my ex-girlfriend had finally gotten sick of her family interfering with her life. She seemed very unhappy with her life. When she said she was concerned her husband (selected suitor) would have a problem about the emails, I cut it off. I didn't realize how much emotion I still held for her and the situation. Plus, I feel that when you're married, you're married. The email trade did provide me with some closure and confirmed my judgment about the cause and outcome of the situation was right.
Given that most of their wealth was highly leveraged and in real estate, banking and restaurants, I imagine they are pretty poor after the financial crisis. It’s pretty ironic that I’m now more financially wealthy than all of them.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from life it’s that every time you unbalance karma, it will bite you in the butt, every time.
I'm happily married, now, and have kids. While my wife and I have a solid, loving relationship, we argue about something every 5 minutes. The relationship dynamic is more about logic than emotion, which is fine by me. I think a lot of what happened above has crept into my present marriage. Unfortunately, I've gotten much more detached from relationships and I don't walk into any relationship, personal or business, without a "Plan B", now. My wife is the most honest, caring person in the world and I know she'd never hurt me, but I have to say I'm still hypervigilent for that "bolt from the blue". I don't think my 9/11 experience and War on Terror experience helped matters, either.
As I look back with a historical perspective, I know I was lucky to have Mommy Dearest show her true colors before I got engaged or married. She would've interfered with the marriage at every turn. I’m also extremely disappointed that my ex-girlfriend didn’t take a long view and was so easily bullied by her mother. Obviously, history shows we had something really special, now. The ending experience will probably haunt me for the rest of my life. I know a day hasn’t gone by where I haven’t thought about it. I think the tragedy of greed, the obsessive collection of inherited wealth, and how controlling those families can be are the biggest things I reflect on from those days. I think it firmed up my opinion that f you don’t earn the money through work or innovation, you should have it.
I'm actually thinking of writing a book based on this experience. It's part romantic tragedy, part high tech, part dot-com, and part war. Sounds like a good New York Times Best Seller.
OK, maybe I'm not finished with the "Ernest Hemmingway" phase. ; )
I was just finishing grad school. I was working as an IT tech for the school and I had a call to fix a computer of a graduate assistant in another department. In those days, fixing a computer meant feeding a lot of 3.5" floppies into a computer, so you would load a floppy and wait. While you were waiting, there was not much to do but strike up a conversation with the user. I started talking to this female graduate student user and we really had a lot in common. Well, she had several more "computer problems" over the next month, and then she asked me out on a date. It was probably the best date I think either one of us had.
We started a relationship that lasted for almost 2 years. During that entire time, we never had one single argument. Sure, we had differences of opinion on some things, but we always seemed to communicate well and get things resolved relatively quickly, so well, I couldn't believe it. We practically finished each other’s sentences. We always held hands in public almost the entire time and things were just perfect. Our friends were just amazed at how close we were. Everyone thought we were going to be the couple who was holding hands 60 years later. Everyone, except her mother, who set out on a deliberate quest to destroy the relationship at all cost, especially as the moment that serious marital commitment was within sight.
I came from a lower middle class background. My family is, for the most part, blue collared and first line factory managers. I was part of the first generation on my mother's side to go to college, much less graduate school. She, on the other hand, came from a fairly well off, lily white household. Another factor, I'm sure, was my mixed ancestry. If you found me dead on the side of a road, you'd probably say I was "white." However, if you meet my mother, it's obvious that I'm part "brown". Her mother wasn't going to stand for this.
For the most part, my girlfriend seemed to blow off the snide remarks from her mother. The rest of her family seemed to like me, especially her grandparents. We continued getting closer and closer. By the end of the relationship, I had finished my grad degree and was working for a large Fortune 500 technology company on their help desk. If you've ever worked help desk, it's one of the most stressful occupations, especially when computers were just becoming mainstream household items. I was given an opportunity to move into a 2nd level support/development position at the company, if I assisted one of the company project managers (PM) on completing this fairly significant project. Just after the project kickoff, the PM bailed and the timeline for completion was cut in half. With the PM’s exit, I was the only one who could finish the project on time. I had to complete my help desk shift, then work on the project. It was a case of working 70 hours a week for 4 weeks or spend the rest of my life on the help desk.
My plan was to pop the question to my girlfriend in a grand outing after the project was completed. At that point, I'd have the plum second line support/development position, normal hours, a normal desk job, and a great raise. All of this would be necessary for starting a family.
Mommy Dearest, however, decided that this was her grand opportunity to sabotage the relationship. I wasn't able to see my girlfriend nearly as much during that last month and when I did see her, I was exhausted. This created a lot of stress, but I told my girlfriend it was only a month or so, then, I would be through with the evil help desk. We were still very close and loving. In the meantime, Mommy Dearest decided to start introducing her selected suitor to my girlfriend at casual functions. The final week of the project was horrible and, it was at that time, of all times, that her grandparents had a major health emergency. Mommy Dearest had some "alone" time with my girlfriend that weekend, in a very emotional moment, at which, I'm sure was discussed, cutting her out of any inheritance if she didn't marry the selected suitor and married me.
My girlfriend called me up the following week, obviously beside herself from the "alone time" with Mommy Dearest. I had just been yelled at by my jerk of a help desk team lead, when she called, for working too much on the project that week and not taking enough calls. This was when we had our first major argument. I asked her if we could postpone discussing things until I was in a better frame of mind, but she insisted. Frankly, I said some really stupid things I didn't mean, but guys, unfortunately, are prone to do that, especially when tired or stressed. We had one more phone call argument where she flat out asked me if I was going to marry her. In a panicked, gut instinctive reaction I stupidly said "No." She said she had made "her decision" and was coming over to talk (ie. breakup).
She came over and asked for her apartment keys. I had already arranged for a couple of days off because that was when I was going to have the grand outing. Instead, it turned into the grand heartbreak. I apologized profusely and repeatedly told her that the project was over and I had the new job, but she had "made her decision." She said she would call me in a few days to discuss some more, but she never did.
A week later, I received what was probably the world's first "Dear @John" email where she said, "I love (selected suitor) and know he's the one. He has given me a *promise ring*." Here I am, sitting on my couch with an engagement ring in one hand and the world's first “Dear @John” letter in the other.
I talked to her grandparents a few weeks later. I was really good friends with them. They knew what Mommy Dearest, their daughter, had done and they were pretty guilt ridden about it. At that point, Mommy Dearest called me to a meeting and, essentially, told me to have no more contact with the family.
I was absolutely despondent. Three weeks afterwards, I was formally offered the 2nd line position in a big company ceremony with the Senior VP of the company presenting me an award and a bonus check for bringing the project to a close on time and without incident in the face of great adversity. I really had a hard time smiling to the crowd. The last thing I needed to do was to break down in front of 300 people over what that piece of plastic had cost me. I was a hard-nosed, young PM.
Afterwards, I went completely "Ernest Hemmingway" for several years, including an excursion into borderline alcoholism. First, I took the money from her engagement ring, plus my bonus check, and bought the hottest sports car I could find. That *was* a *nice* car. Then, after I was promoted, again, I did my industry’s equivalent of joining the French Foreign Legion and took a senior business consulting position with a partner company where I traveled extensively. I racked up enough frequent flyer miles where I think the airline still owes me a 747, not to mention the few hotels I can rent out for free.
I ran into her, inadvertently, online a few years later while running a search for something related to her field. In an unrelated incident, earlier that same week, I had asked a manager what this bar was on his desk with the inscription, "What if?" He turned it over and it said, "????” The moral of the bar was that you'll never know until you try. So, I emailed my ex-girlfriend, fully not expecting her to respond. She and I traded a few emails. Suffice to say, her grandparents were dead, the marriage was pretty much all about the kids and money, the (selected suitor) had no education and career prospects, other than his trust fund, Mommy Dearest had an aneurism and was mentally disabled, and my ex-girlfriend had finally gotten sick of her family interfering with her life. She seemed very unhappy with her life. When she said she was concerned her husband (selected suitor) would have a problem about the emails, I cut it off. I didn't realize how much emotion I still held for her and the situation. Plus, I feel that when you're married, you're married. The email trade did provide me with some closure and confirmed my judgment about the cause and outcome of the situation was right.
Given that most of their wealth was highly leveraged and in real estate, banking and restaurants, I imagine they are pretty poor after the financial crisis. It’s pretty ironic that I’m now more financially wealthy than all of them.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from life it’s that every time you unbalance karma, it will bite you in the butt, every time.
I'm happily married, now, and have kids. While my wife and I have a solid, loving relationship, we argue about something every 5 minutes. The relationship dynamic is more about logic than emotion, which is fine by me. I think a lot of what happened above has crept into my present marriage. Unfortunately, I've gotten much more detached from relationships and I don't walk into any relationship, personal or business, without a "Plan B", now. My wife is the most honest, caring person in the world and I know she'd never hurt me, but I have to say I'm still hypervigilent for that "bolt from the blue". I don't think my 9/11 experience and War on Terror experience helped matters, either.
As I look back with a historical perspective, I know I was lucky to have Mommy Dearest show her true colors before I got engaged or married. She would've interfered with the marriage at every turn. I’m also extremely disappointed that my ex-girlfriend didn’t take a long view and was so easily bullied by her mother. Obviously, history shows we had something really special, now. The ending experience will probably haunt me for the rest of my life. I know a day hasn’t gone by where I haven’t thought about it. I think the tragedy of greed, the obsessive collection of inherited wealth, and how controlling those families can be are the biggest things I reflect on from those days. I think it firmed up my opinion that f you don’t earn the money through work or innovation, you should have it.
I'm actually thinking of writing a book based on this experience. It's part romantic tragedy, part high tech, part dot-com, and part war. Sounds like a good New York Times Best Seller.
OK, maybe I'm not finished with the "Ernest Hemmingway" phase. ; )
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That means she didn't like you LOL. Well, my worst heartbreak was from my first love, way back to many years ago. It's hard to tell a short story but all I can say is that we are always laughing together, we are so happy but we have to end our relationship because it's forbidden 
I get over it now 
I get over it now
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Posted 10 August 2011 - 12:55 AM
my first heartbreak story
It started out at a gathering, I met one of my friends guy friends that she was 'talking' to, after a while they stopped talking. He IM'd me on facebook and from there we became close friends. We started 'talking' and we 'talked' for about a month, then things got weird. He started ignoring me and stopped texting me so i thought he didnt like me and i left him behind. then his bestfriend messaged me on facebook and we started 'talking', thats when the other guy decided to talk to me again. he got angry that i went for his bestfriend so i explained to him that i thought he didnt like me anymore. he said he was busy and stuff like that. i asked him if he wanted me to stop 'talking' to his bestfriend and he hesitated to say no so i kept going. after a month or so we started dating. the other guy and i became BESTFRIENDS we were literally inseparable. he was always there for me and i was always there for him. no matter what. 3 months passed and i started to gain some deep feelings for my bestfriend while i still had a boyfriend. and he gained feelings for me too. we started arguing alot and in the 4th month i realized i was in love with him and he was in love with me. whenever we'd hang out we would flirt and mess around. i knew this was wrong but i never cheated. one day we spent all day together and it was AMAZING until the end came. when he left we both realized that us spending the entire day together was wrong because we couldnt exactly keep our hands off each other. i started to cry after he left. not for him but for realizng i cheated. i couldnt believe what was happening. me and my bestfriend talked about it and decided to stop talking. we couldnt. it was one of the hardest things ever. so we started argying more and more. then we stopped talking for weeks and i was able to somewhat forget about him. i cried every night. but then i started spending more time with my bf and I realized how much i loved him. i told him most things that went on with me and my bestfriend but not everything. he wasn't too ok but we dealt with it. a few months passed and we fell in love everything became good, i didnt haVE MY bvestfriend but that was for the best... and now, the 8th month... me and my boyfriend start arguing every night, and we broke up a few days ago... i havent slept since, i cried all day every day that it became a sickness. i am heartbroken. i am sitting here on my bed writing this story... i want to die. i feel like i no longer have a reason to live... we're supposed to talk things through but idk how that'll go... i will die because of a broken heart.
It started out at a gathering, I met one of my friends guy friends that she was 'talking' to, after a while they stopped talking. He IM'd me on facebook and from there we became close friends. We started 'talking' and we 'talked' for about a month, then things got weird. He started ignoring me and stopped texting me so i thought he didnt like me and i left him behind. then his bestfriend messaged me on facebook and we started 'talking', thats when the other guy decided to talk to me again. he got angry that i went for his bestfriend so i explained to him that i thought he didnt like me anymore. he said he was busy and stuff like that. i asked him if he wanted me to stop 'talking' to his bestfriend and he hesitated to say no so i kept going. after a month or so we started dating. the other guy and i became BESTFRIENDS we were literally inseparable. he was always there for me and i was always there for him. no matter what. 3 months passed and i started to gain some deep feelings for my bestfriend while i still had a boyfriend. and he gained feelings for me too. we started arguing alot and in the 4th month i realized i was in love with him and he was in love with me. whenever we'd hang out we would flirt and mess around. i knew this was wrong but i never cheated. one day we spent all day together and it was AMAZING until the end came. when he left we both realized that us spending the entire day together was wrong because we couldnt exactly keep our hands off each other. i started to cry after he left. not for him but for realizng i cheated. i couldnt believe what was happening. me and my bestfriend talked about it and decided to stop talking. we couldnt. it was one of the hardest things ever. so we started argying more and more. then we stopped talking for weeks and i was able to somewhat forget about him. i cried every night. but then i started spending more time with my bf and I realized how much i loved him. i told him most things that went on with me and my bestfriend but not everything. he wasn't too ok but we dealt with it. a few months passed and we fell in love everything became good, i didnt haVE MY bvestfriend but that was for the best... and now, the 8th month... me and my boyfriend start arguing every night, and we broke up a few days ago... i havent slept since, i cried all day every day that it became a sickness. i am heartbroken. i am sitting here on my bed writing this story... i want to die. i feel like i no longer have a reason to live... we're supposed to talk things through but idk how that'll go... i will die because of a broken heart.
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Posted 12 August 2011 - 08:58 AM
Hi Emily! Don't give up so easily, every relationship has it's own struggle. You have to live to fight. What you must do is figure out where it went wrong and try to patch things out. You have to look your best each day so he know what he will be missing if he continue to ignore you. Do not ask him to come back and have pity on you. Make yourself even more better, be more beautiful, be more smart and be more exciting. Sooner or later, he will come back.
emily, on 10 August 2011 - 12:55 AM, said:
my first heartbreak story
It started out at a gathering, I met one of my friends guy friends that she was 'talking' to, after a while they stopped talking. He IM'd me on facebook and from there we became close friends. We started 'talking' and we 'talked' for about a month, then things got weird. He started ignoring me and stopped texting me so i thought he didnt like me and i left him behind. then his bestfriend messaged me on facebook and we started 'talking', thats when the other guy decided to talk to me again. he got angry that i went for his bestfriend so i explained to him that i thought he didnt like me anymore. he said he was busy and stuff like that. i asked him if he wanted me to stop 'talking' to his bestfriend and he hesitated to say no so i kept going. after a month or so we started dating. the other guy and i became BESTFRIENDS we were literally inseparable. he was always there for me and i was always there for him. no matter what. 3 months passed and i started to gain some deep feelings for my bestfriend while i still had a boyfriend. and he gained feelings for me too. we started arguing alot and in the 4th month i realized i was in love with him and he was in love with me. whenever we'd hang out we would flirt and mess around. i knew this was wrong but i never cheated. one day we spent all day together and it was AMAZING until the end came. when he left we both realized that us spending the entire day together was wrong because we couldnt exactly keep our hands off each other. i started to cry after he left. not for him but for realizng i cheated. i couldnt believe what was happening. me and my bestfriend talked about it and decided to stop talking. we couldnt. it was one of the hardest things ever. so we started argying more and more. then we stopped talking for weeks and i was able to somewhat forget about him. i cried every night. but then i started spending more time with my bf and I realized how much i loved him. i told him most things that went on with me and my bestfriend but not everything. he wasn't too ok but we dealt with it. a few months passed and we fell in love everything became good, i didnt haVE MY bvestfriend but that was for the best... and now, the 8th month... me and my boyfriend start arguing every night, and we broke up a few days ago... i havent slept since, i cried all day every day that it became a sickness. i am heartbroken. i am sitting here on my bed writing this story... i want to die. i feel like i no longer have a reason to live... we're supposed to talk things through but idk how that'll go... i will die because of a broken heart.
It started out at a gathering, I met one of my friends guy friends that she was 'talking' to, after a while they stopped talking. He IM'd me on facebook and from there we became close friends. We started 'talking' and we 'talked' for about a month, then things got weird. He started ignoring me and stopped texting me so i thought he didnt like me and i left him behind. then his bestfriend messaged me on facebook and we started 'talking', thats when the other guy decided to talk to me again. he got angry that i went for his bestfriend so i explained to him that i thought he didnt like me anymore. he said he was busy and stuff like that. i asked him if he wanted me to stop 'talking' to his bestfriend and he hesitated to say no so i kept going. after a month or so we started dating. the other guy and i became BESTFRIENDS we were literally inseparable. he was always there for me and i was always there for him. no matter what. 3 months passed and i started to gain some deep feelings for my bestfriend while i still had a boyfriend. and he gained feelings for me too. we started arguing alot and in the 4th month i realized i was in love with him and he was in love with me. whenever we'd hang out we would flirt and mess around. i knew this was wrong but i never cheated. one day we spent all day together and it was AMAZING until the end came. when he left we both realized that us spending the entire day together was wrong because we couldnt exactly keep our hands off each other. i started to cry after he left. not for him but for realizng i cheated. i couldnt believe what was happening. me and my bestfriend talked about it and decided to stop talking. we couldnt. it was one of the hardest things ever. so we started argying more and more. then we stopped talking for weeks and i was able to somewhat forget about him. i cried every night. but then i started spending more time with my bf and I realized how much i loved him. i told him most things that went on with me and my bestfriend but not everything. he wasn't too ok but we dealt with it. a few months passed and we fell in love everything became good, i didnt haVE MY bvestfriend but that was for the best... and now, the 8th month... me and my boyfriend start arguing every night, and we broke up a few days ago... i havent slept since, i cried all day every day that it became a sickness. i am heartbroken. i am sitting here on my bed writing this story... i want to die. i feel like i no longer have a reason to live... we're supposed to talk things through but idk how that'll go... i will die because of a broken heart.
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Posted 13 September 2011 - 10:53 AM
So this is my story..
So it starts off with me meeting this amazing guy bust here's the way it went... When I think of the day that I met him it puts a smile on my face and a giddyness in my heart! We started off talking on the phone constantly for a few weeks. I got his number from a friend of mine whom actually dated him. She told me that he was a nice guy and that she just wasnt into him. I had been broken up from my ex for quite some time so I decided to give it a shot. We dacided to go on what you call a blind date. He showed up with a couple of his friends... I dodnt have a sitter for my five month old daughter so I told him I am sorry but I will have to pass.. I dont have a baby sitter. He told me its okay lets bring her. I was like I dunno! He said no for real lets take her. We went and seen dukes of hazard! As i was watching the movie i look in the corner of my eye and he is unbuckling the baby.. I ask him what he is doing? he said that she was hungry.. I was like aww.. He wanted to feed her.. I knew in the moment.. dont care what you think...That i was supposed to be with that guy for the rest of my life....
Well we of course started dating and then dating turned into him asking me to marry him in walmart LOL I said yeas of course...
Then bam after a whilke a guy shows up at our door. I tell him that my fiance is gone and that he will get back to him as soon as he gets home. He kept comong around and i started to hang out with him some more while my fiance was at work.. Then as you guessed it i made a terrible mistake.. I cheated.. Then I got confused so I told him I was moing in with this guy! I thought I cared more for the guy and told myself that if i really loved my fiance then i wouldnt have done that! So i did move in with the guy i cheated with(lets call him george) and the fiance we will call him Roy.... Anyways, so I was confused and torn between the two for a long time. Then I decided to move back in with roy because i still missed him... so here i was thinking that everything was okay and that we are gonna make it.. We find out that I am pregnent! Oh such joy! We are far from george and roy is so happy about the new baby coming! telling everyone at work that he is gonna be a daddy! Then we just drifted apart and roy didnt believe that baby kay was his and i couldnt get through to him. he found another woman.. Then i decide to move on and get back woth geaoge .. we are together for a coupe years and in those couple of years, i missed roy desperatly! I wanted to run into at the mail boxes.. i wanted to get alone with him and tell him how sorry i was. i wanted to tell him what an idiot i was.. i was being beat my gearge all the time and roy was only a couple houses away!!! I wanted him to come and sae me! But he had a new baby and anew woman! What chance did i ever have?! At age 8 months roy finally met his daughter! and yes we had to have a paternity test b/c he didnt believe me! George had this hold on me that I couldnt talk to roy or bring baby kay to hin or anything! he was horrible! I finally did break uo with him! And still to this day, eerytime that he comes back to get baby kay and he walks out that door, my heart goes out with him...Yes I hae a man that i have been with for two years now but i still miss roy and would do anything to be able to just tell him i am sorry and that i regret what i did to him and how i made him feel!!! he is about to get married and i know i dont have a chance in the world but i wish i did... b/c een just to at least tell him how i feel and him tell me look i forgive you is enough .. I want him to be happy and he seems happy!!! i watch all these love stories about people who drift apart and then get back together but it cant be me could it? prob not!!! i dont deserve him! but i do wish that i could take it ALL back! i wish he wanted what i want.... i wish it wasnt too late! the heartbreaking part is that i still think eventually we will be together again!!Hope in my heart!
So it starts off with me meeting this amazing guy bust here's the way it went... When I think of the day that I met him it puts a smile on my face and a giddyness in my heart! We started off talking on the phone constantly for a few weeks. I got his number from a friend of mine whom actually dated him. She told me that he was a nice guy and that she just wasnt into him. I had been broken up from my ex for quite some time so I decided to give it a shot. We dacided to go on what you call a blind date. He showed up with a couple of his friends... I dodnt have a sitter for my five month old daughter so I told him I am sorry but I will have to pass.. I dont have a baby sitter. He told me its okay lets bring her. I was like I dunno! He said no for real lets take her. We went and seen dukes of hazard! As i was watching the movie i look in the corner of my eye and he is unbuckling the baby.. I ask him what he is doing? he said that she was hungry.. I was like aww.. He wanted to feed her.. I knew in the moment.. dont care what you think...That i was supposed to be with that guy for the rest of my life....
Well we of course started dating and then dating turned into him asking me to marry him in walmart LOL I said yeas of course...
Then bam after a whilke a guy shows up at our door. I tell him that my fiance is gone and that he will get back to him as soon as he gets home. He kept comong around and i started to hang out with him some more while my fiance was at work.. Then as you guessed it i made a terrible mistake.. I cheated.. Then I got confused so I told him I was moing in with this guy! I thought I cared more for the guy and told myself that if i really loved my fiance then i wouldnt have done that! So i did move in with the guy i cheated with(lets call him george) and the fiance we will call him Roy.... Anyways, so I was confused and torn between the two for a long time. Then I decided to move back in with roy because i still missed him... so here i was thinking that everything was okay and that we are gonna make it.. We find out that I am pregnent! Oh such joy! We are far from george and roy is so happy about the new baby coming! telling everyone at work that he is gonna be a daddy! Then we just drifted apart and roy didnt believe that baby kay was his and i couldnt get through to him. he found another woman.. Then i decide to move on and get back woth geaoge .. we are together for a coupe years and in those couple of years, i missed roy desperatly! I wanted to run into at the mail boxes.. i wanted to get alone with him and tell him how sorry i was. i wanted to tell him what an idiot i was.. i was being beat my gearge all the time and roy was only a couple houses away!!! I wanted him to come and sae me! But he had a new baby and anew woman! What chance did i ever have?! At age 8 months roy finally met his daughter! and yes we had to have a paternity test b/c he didnt believe me! George had this hold on me that I couldnt talk to roy or bring baby kay to hin or anything! he was horrible! I finally did break uo with him! And still to this day, eerytime that he comes back to get baby kay and he walks out that door, my heart goes out with him...Yes I hae a man that i have been with for two years now but i still miss roy and would do anything to be able to just tell him i am sorry and that i regret what i did to him and how i made him feel!!! he is about to get married and i know i dont have a chance in the world but i wish i did... b/c een just to at least tell him how i feel and him tell me look i forgive you is enough .. I want him to be happy and he seems happy!!! i watch all these love stories about people who drift apart and then get back together but it cant be me could it? prob not!!! i dont deserve him! but i do wish that i could take it ALL back! i wish he wanted what i want.... i wish it wasnt too late! the heartbreaking part is that i still think eventually we will be together again!!Hope in my heart!
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Posted 04 November 2011 - 02:12 AM
I'll try to make my short, even though my story is a long drawn out couple years of bad luck.
I'll start with Brian, i met him at a fitness festivals type of deal where he was working for a bike booth. I'll admit i only when over there because his looks and charm with others caught my eye. I only wanted to get a better look but before i even could he made "the first move."(as is he gave me a flirtatious complement, that was probably only for bisunes) However, when i replied back with something clever we hid it off and eventually it lead to coffee a few days later. It didn't take long for us to begin to fall for each other. He was always hesitant tho, eventually him and i found out we both had been hurt by many people in past relationships. He was scared, and so was i. But we found a way to get closer and keep going. Eventually he had to go back to Colorado(only a few states from mine... OK ill admit i live in lame-*bottom* Idaho) But we weren't gonna let that stop us. We were "in love." Well in march i was in a car accident causing me to brake my leg, arm, 3 ribs, and my collarbone. It was tough for me but things got worse when i found out i had cancer. We then got even closer and he helped give me comfort from calls and text. However, if this wasn't a heartbreak i wouldn't be writing this so here comes the sad depressing part. Brian began getting distance, he was still there for me but i knew something wrong. I kept asking and he told me it was "too complicated." Somehow I got him to tell me... he couldn't talk so he said he would send it in an email. I still remember that night like it was yesterday. I was taking a bubble bath(things were getting tougher and i needed some "me" time!)I remember my eyes swelling up as i scrolled down on my iPhone reading simple words that cut so deep. I was trying not to sob because my family was in the living room and would hear. I began biting a washcloth as my heart began to ache... Brian, as he put it was "in a love-less marriage, I've been so unhappy until iv been with you." Long story short, he knocked up a chick(oh yes! kids too) Felt obligated to marry her, then "we had another oops" which leaves Brian a husband, and a father of a 5 year old and a 1 year old. He claimed that he "shut off" his happiness for the boys happiness and that he is only with her for them. He truly doesn't love her and loves me with all of his heart. What did i do? Sadly, and pathetically i still talk to him as a good friend. I let him vent to me about problems, while i deal with chemo, another heartache from Kent(a whole another story, he just dumped me a month ago after i was finally happy again. Why? He thought he could do better and find "an actual sexy beautiful girl without cancer unlike you")But Brian kills me everyday when he says stuff like "hey, g2g dinner" or "its date night:/ sorry i know its not fair" and all these things that have to do with him and his wife or family. I guess its my fault for still talking to him, but he told me without me he wanted to die(suicidal crap) and i know he meant it. Therefore i kept his friend for his safety and deep down because i still loved him. As for kent? Oh i of course have facebook stalked him, he found what he wanted. A beautiful girl who he started dating a week after our breakup. So you could say i am emotionally, physically, and royally just F*#@%ED up! my life is tumbling down each day, and i am miserable. Deep down i'm sure ill get through this but right now i cant stand this pain. I was hoping writing this story out and telling it, would help. It hasn't yet, but i will say good luck to everyone else. There is nothing worse then this pain and i'm sorry for those who are going through what i am going through right now.
I'll start with Brian, i met him at a fitness festivals type of deal where he was working for a bike booth. I'll admit i only when over there because his looks and charm with others caught my eye. I only wanted to get a better look but before i even could he made "the first move."(as is he gave me a flirtatious complement, that was probably only for bisunes) However, when i replied back with something clever we hid it off and eventually it lead to coffee a few days later. It didn't take long for us to begin to fall for each other. He was always hesitant tho, eventually him and i found out we both had been hurt by many people in past relationships. He was scared, and so was i. But we found a way to get closer and keep going. Eventually he had to go back to Colorado(only a few states from mine... OK ill admit i live in lame-*bottom* Idaho) But we weren't gonna let that stop us. We were "in love." Well in march i was in a car accident causing me to brake my leg, arm, 3 ribs, and my collarbone. It was tough for me but things got worse when i found out i had cancer. We then got even closer and he helped give me comfort from calls and text. However, if this wasn't a heartbreak i wouldn't be writing this so here comes the sad depressing part. Brian began getting distance, he was still there for me but i knew something wrong. I kept asking and he told me it was "too complicated." Somehow I got him to tell me... he couldn't talk so he said he would send it in an email. I still remember that night like it was yesterday. I was taking a bubble bath(things were getting tougher and i needed some "me" time!)I remember my eyes swelling up as i scrolled down on my iPhone reading simple words that cut so deep. I was trying not to sob because my family was in the living room and would hear. I began biting a washcloth as my heart began to ache... Brian, as he put it was "in a love-less marriage, I've been so unhappy until iv been with you." Long story short, he knocked up a chick(oh yes! kids too) Felt obligated to marry her, then "we had another oops" which leaves Brian a husband, and a father of a 5 year old and a 1 year old. He claimed that he "shut off" his happiness for the boys happiness and that he is only with her for them. He truly doesn't love her and loves me with all of his heart. What did i do? Sadly, and pathetically i still talk to him as a good friend. I let him vent to me about problems, while i deal with chemo, another heartache from Kent(a whole another story, he just dumped me a month ago after i was finally happy again. Why? He thought he could do better and find "an actual sexy beautiful girl without cancer unlike you")But Brian kills me everyday when he says stuff like "hey, g2g dinner" or "its date night:/ sorry i know its not fair" and all these things that have to do with him and his wife or family. I guess its my fault for still talking to him, but he told me without me he wanted to die(suicidal crap) and i know he meant it. Therefore i kept his friend for his safety and deep down because i still loved him. As for kent? Oh i of course have facebook stalked him, he found what he wanted. A beautiful girl who he started dating a week after our breakup. So you could say i am emotionally, physically, and royally just F*#@%ED up! my life is tumbling down each day, and i am miserable. Deep down i'm sure ill get through this but right now i cant stand this pain. I was hoping writing this story out and telling it, would help. It hasn't yet, but i will say good luck to everyone else. There is nothing worse then this pain and i'm sorry for those who are going through what i am going through right now.
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Posted 11 November 2011 - 12:26 AM
Met this guy, he had a total badass appearance (a good 2 years older, smoked, some facial piercings etc) and even though i was totally attracted, i figured, kay he's bad news, just stay away. however he became obsessed with pursuing a relationship with me, he organized all these surprises for me (came to my house as a surprise and we had a week long sleepover!-no sex lol, he threw me a surprise bday party, gave me a red rose, etc). all his friends were telling me he was crazy about me and even though he had a rep for playing girls and he had a gf, they'd never seen him this crazy over one and they said he had been trying to figure out how to dump his gf as soon as he met me. so i liked him and i finally caved. we had a wonderful relationship for 3 weeks. it was absolutely perfect, everything he did was perfect and amazing... he was just my perfect guy. he treated me right, he cared about me 100%, he offered to quit smoking [pot too] for me and he only ever wanted what was best for me, ever. unfortunately, cuz i was only visiting the area for the summer, i had to leave and our relationship became long distance.... a very long distance. at first we tried calling a couple times a week. we skyped once, every time we talked he said he missed me, he loved me and that he wished i were back with him. all his friends told me he went into a big depression after i left and wasn't handling himself well. about a month later he surprised me by coming to visit. not gonna lie, i fell in love with him when he came. once again everything was perfect and i couldn't have felt more happy. my whole family saw us together and said we were a beautiful couple, they could tell we were madly in love and they all said that he was absolutely crazy about me. right before he left, he was talking about buying a bike that he could use when he came to visit in the future, he was talking about coming once more before xmas, and taking me to concerts backstage etc etc etc. right before he left on the plane, he hugged me and promised me nothing would change, that he wasn't going anywhere and that we'd see eachother again soon and it would be okay (i was crying). after he left we had little communication. whenever i saw him on fb he never wanted to call me. about 2 weeks after his visit, he told me in a fb message that i was the best decision he'd ever made in his life and that i made his life better every day by him just knowing i was by his side. then within the next week, he backed away. he stopped calling me babe on fb. he hardly tried to keep the convo going on facebook anymore, refused to call and would let me know where he was so i could call him (he doesn't have a cell phone). 1 week after the good fb message, he dumped me. he told me a lot of *BLEEP*, that he couldn't handle the distance any more, he couldn't go drinking with his friends cuz he always almost cheated on me when he did, that his feelings just went away. one *BLEEP*ing week later. i was absolutely heart broken and none of it made sense to me. a new girl started popping up on his fb, he was always hanging out with her now. none of it made sense to me. how could someone go from being so in love to dumping me a week later? i feel like someone has ripped my heart out. i want him back so badly and i miss him so much. i can't sleep anymore because the pain is too much and if i do sleep, i fall asleep crying or fall asleep/wake up feeling like throwing up. it's only been 2 weeks and i've lost 5 pounds because i can't eat anything. all i know is i miss him too too much. all his friends aren't talking to me to tell me what happened. i keep thinking back to when we began to date and the scab on my heart opens up again because i know it just can't be over but i don't know why it is. all i know is that i highly doubt i will feel the same way about anyone again. people keep telling me to be strong and that i will get over it and find someone better, and i am being strong. most people at school don't know what happened or think that i broke up with him because of my behaviour, but its when i'm alone i let it all out. even if i do fine someone else, they won't be able to live up to him because he blew away all my expectations. if i could have planned out a fantasy like how if works in the movies with coincidences etc... it wouldn't have been as good as the real thing. my heart is broken into two and he has the other half and i'm not going to be able to get it back no matter how hard i try. i love you babe and i miss you <3 please come back :'(
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Posted 28 November 2011 - 02:28 PM
lets see... my worst heartbreak... I dated this guy for 5 years. it was wonderfull at first cause we were young, it was everything I wanted. everything single thing. well it was a long distance but I didnt care, he made me feel beauitful when I didnt think so, he made me smile when all i wanted to do was cry. I litterally thought we would be together for ever..well.. He turned into a monster...he started cheating everyday. what did i do? the classic I stayed. he used to tell me I wasnt good enough, wasnt sexy enough, didnt give in, didnt send nudes, didnt talk bad enough so he started sleeping with hoes and telling me, calling me while a girl is giving him oral . for years, he told me I was unloveable not good enough, he emontial abused me. and one day I just said goodbye. I had too, I dont regret it, because I realized nobody deserved that. I ended it , right there with tears running down my face and he asked why?, well cause its tearing me down, to this day its been 3 months, i still wonder did he forget about me? does he still think of me? was he right. I just hope one day I make him say to himself, "I want her back" .
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