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Sat Jul 24, 2004 2:09 am
Yeah, I'd be kinda pissed at my best friend. That's mondo ****ed up and cruel of him.
Anyways, now to the useful stuff. I apologize for the novel in advance...
I'm 17 as well... as of about a week ago now. Anyways, I had a girlfriend from about December of '02 to February of this year. I adored the hell out of her. Within just weeks of getting together (note, it was sorta sloppy seconds, she had dated some other guy over me a few months before, and broke up with him just a month before getting with me... only 8 days before we first really started dating...) she was telling me she loved me. Soon thereafter, I realized I loved her too. A couple months later, we were both saying we were "in love," and despite limitations set forth by my mom on my social life, we would make it through if we tried. Come June, upon an embarassing situation in my basement where we appeared far busier than we were (in 13 months of dating we never went past heavy making out, not even up shirt or anything), and my very conservative mom flipped out. I did not get to see her for 2 months (when school started).
After that, things got better, we got to see each other, I had my license, etc. However, we still had many fights about getting to see each other and how much it hurt her to not get to see me and, in the occurence that she did, I was usually distraught over conditions with my mom.
We also fought about my feelings. She was my first "real" girlfriend... hell, my first kiss too... and I was unsure about the prospect of loving only one person in my entire life... I often had doubts about if this should continue. In particular, they had to do with one girl. One, absolutely gorgeous, totally awesome girl... whom I never completely got out of my head. This girl and I had been talking a lot over the internet and such (she goes to a different highschool in the area)... and we couldn't stop from being very flirty in conversation and such, and thus I completely stopped talking to her just a couple of weeks after my girlfriend and I became official (in January 03)...
Anyways, we fought over whether or not I ought to continue in the relationship because I was so inexperienced. Of course, my girlfriend would say "When I'm gone, I'm gone" type stuff... meaning that if I did take a trip out to date other girls, she wouldn't take me back. Besides that, I truly believed I was in love with her, the idea of dating others, however appealing, felt wrong in its own right.
The relationship continued on like this... these fights became more common. Sometime in December the fight escalated to the point that she dumped me (12am) for 2 hours, I had her back by 2am (go me!). Online fights suck.
After that fight, she was not the same. We went on a debate trip (tournament) to New Orleans. We sat together for a while, but the she started hanging out with her friends (all guys, as usual) from the other school sharing the bus with us. Her best friend came and sat with me. He is now the best friend I've ever had. We shared a room on that trip and on every trip thereafter, usually talking about my problems with her, but other stuff too. Indeed, he'll probably read this and chew me out for sharing it... oh well.
By February, she hardly talked to me anymore, and even when we were able to be together (at school, debate, etc), she was never with me, always hanging out with the guys from the other school. One guy in particular. To this day I do not know for sure if the things I heard about him and her (and suspicious stuff I witnessed) are true. Many say/said she cheated on me. I don't know. It still bugs me a little, simply because I want to know the truth.
I'm sorry, it's mildly insulting when your girl is constantly hanging around with a guy in a Nuclear Rabbit hoodie. Maybe it's the fork and spoon in the rabbit's hands... not sure though...
After a glorious Valentine's Day speech at a Model UN tournament (whole room clapping, many standing) made by your's truly... we came back to town. The next evening, she and I went out on our Valentine's Day date, a belated one, but all the same. It is still the best date I've ever had. It was also the last date we ever had.
Two weeks later I officially gave up, thanks in large part to the assistant debate coach. He told me exactly what I needed to do. I needed to let it fester inside and just sit there, til one day I'd wake up and say "God, I'm an IDIOT!" and I'd be okay.
The following Sunday (the day after that trip) I woke up and did just that. I realized that I had to let her go, because it was killing both of us for me to continue to latch on. We had been stopped by my social limitations. That pissed me off bad, I'm still pissed about it, but I've learned to live with them. I wrote her a song, burned it to a cd, gave it to her the next day, and it was over.
She claimed, and will always claim, that she hurt more in the end. That she hurt herself for the better for both of us. She did hurt herself, I understand that. However, I could have kept holding on and she would have let me. Betterment of both of us? Bull****. But I don't blame her for thinking as she does. We haven't spoken in months.
The point of all this is that I understand exactly how you feel right now. The cause of the end of the relationship is beyond your control. You have to just dwell on it til you can't bear it, and suddenly, life will slap you in the face. You'll wake up and yell "I'm an idiot!" and you'll be okay.
You'll move on, find absolutely wonderful people, both friends and more, that you love being around. You will love again.
I'm not going to tell you everything happens for a reason. That would be bull**** too. I'll leave you with this:
No, everything doesn't happen for a reason, but if it makes you feel better, keep thinking that. However, I do believe there is balance in the world, that all bad is equalled by good in the end, and thus, for every moment you'd rather be dead, there is another that you'd give your life to live again.