![]() ![]() He just has this incredible ambition and he makes me laugh all the time and treats me like a queen, and I know that even if we do break up-heaven forbid-I know that there's always hope for me. But my current SO is, aside from a couple of bumps in the road, so much more compatible with me. I had a couple of mediocre/shitty boyfriends since, so I was pretty down about it. We were decent together, but our personalities aren't very compatible for a host of reasons that are obvious now. When we broke up I thought I'd never be okay again. Intimidatingly smart, ceaselessly kind, fantastic listener. I genuinely thought my first boyfriend was "the one." Unlike a lot of exes of the respondents here, he was and still is one of the best people I know. It's not a life I thought I'd have, and it's for sure not the man I pictured it with after all this time. He's not perfect, but he's amazing and I'm so excited for our life together. We're buying a house, talking about getting a dog and then trying for a kid, etc. ![]() We've been dating a little less than two years now and I'm so in love with him. He was cute, the profile was actually well-written, and in chatting I found out we had a lot in common. I went on several dates, met some nice people but no one I was excited about. I was bored and lonely and mostly just looking for distraction. Was fully convinced I'd be single, but it was better than staying. Ended up divorcing him after four years of marriage and a complete breakdown of his mental health resulting in emotional and physical abuse. I married my college boyfriend despite an army of red flags because I was convinced he was "my person" and that I'd never have that connection with anyone ever again. We’ve been together for almost 2 years and I’m the happiest I’ve been in my whole life (: That very same night, a guy who lived on the same floor (I’d talked to him a couple times) as me asked to hang out, and the rest was history. I kept reminiscing about my old relationship and how great things could’ve been if I hadn’t screwed things up. One night it just really hit me hard that I wasn’t making any friends or meeting anyone. I was a little interested in one person I’d met, but when he met my roommate it was easy to see they liked each other, so I began to distance myself from both of them. When I arrived at college, I did make a few acquaintances, but didn’t really click with anyone. I’ve always been a really quiet and introverted person, so it’s hard for me to form good friendship and relationships. I was counting down the days until I could leave for college, but I wasn’t optimistic about finding someone else. I worked two jobs and I tried to keep busy, but the mental health problems were still there. He broke up with me a couple days before my high school graduation. I was going through a really rough time with anxiety and depression in the months leading up to this, and I guess it just became too much for him to handle. I'm glad it did because our relationship is more fulfilling and less work than it ever was with myĪfter my second boyfriend broke up with me, I was devastated. But because of his past animosity towards my fiance I knew the situation had become unsalvageable and I stopped thinking about it immediately it was like a chain broke in my mind. I don't generally like to give up on friendships so in the back of my mind I was kind of willing to make amends if if my ex wanted to down the track. He really tried to drive a wedge between me and my now-fiance that way, but that ultimately resulted in me abandoning any thoughts of reconciliation the instant I started dating him (my fiance). If someone else appeared to be interested in me he'd pass it off as "they just see an overweight chick and figure you're an easy lay they're not confident enough to go for 10s" so I became distrustful of anyone who seemed to like me. if I complained about it he'd say something like "everyone's thinking it, I'm just the only one who cares enough to be honest", and that it was "interesting that you ignore how much I actually compliment you" or some shit. He'd make snide comments about my appearance/weight, say I should have a more "ladylike" laugh, tell me off if I frowned or rubbed my eyes because I was going to give myself wrinkles, etc. After that friendship ended I pretty much realised the only reason I thought I'd never find anyone as good as him was because he was constantly gaslighting me into thinking so. After breaking up with my first boyfriend we stayed in contact, and he seemed to be under the impression that it was my obligation to stay single so he'd have a Plan B once he was done screwing around and being a bachelor. ![]()
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