Here's a little background information for you: I dated John for 7 years. He was my high school sweetheart I suppose. In my mind, everything was great. Until the day he decided to drop a bomb on me and informed me that I was wrong. According to John, we had nothing in common, I hated his friends, I didn't like to drink, and I never wanted to get out of the house. Wrong, wrong, wrong, and wrong. I had no idea where any of this had come from. We were happy. We were in love. Why was this happening? He had had an epiphany and decided that he needed to focus on himself for once. This is where I had to burst his little bubble and inform him that our entire relationship had always been focused on him. What he wanted to do, who he wanted to hang out with, where he wanted to go. Him, him, him. John decided that he needed some "time" to figure things out.
John's "time" consisted of him going out all the time and partying. Hanging out with other girls but still sending me sweet messages about how he loved me and they meant nothing. I was an idiot and actually believed that I needed to give him a while and then we would get back together and everything would be great again.
I stayed at home crying every night and didn't even want to face my best friends. I wasn't sleeping and barely ate anything. So one morning, when I knew he was already up and at work I sent him a message: "I miss you so much. My heart literally aches all day long. I love you and want you to be happy but I wish it was with me. Please please stop this and come back." His reply was this: "Me too but I need time. FUCK!" That was it. If you honestly love someone, you don't need time away from them to figure things out. You stay TOGETHER and work out your problems. I haven't spoken to him since.
I am done feeling sorry for myself. I want to be with someone who will give me the things I want in life. I want to be with someone who would rather spend a night in with me than going out every single night with his friends. I want a man.
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