First, I need advice of any kind, please.
Second, I didn't spell check this or read over it again soooo if something is misspelled or my grammar is weird then oh well. haha.
So, title says it all. Rob and I broke up.
I haven't been on here because honestly, I haven't let myself come to terms with it. We broke up on November 21st, the day before we would have been together 1 year and 7 months. Almost hit the 2 year mark. :C
He and I have been having problems for around a month or so, on and off. And during one particularly bad fight he broke up with me. I was heartbroken. All that time and effort, all the things I mailed him, all the things we did together was suddenly gone in an instant. I shut myself down immediately and I didn't really let myself be sad--such is just my nature. I was an emotional robot. Rob and i didn't speak for 2 weeks. Then I finally called him when I was calm enough to talk without crying or yelling at him. We talked things out and just decided that right now, it was best for us. He didn't have the time to devote to me that I deserved, and I had a lot of stuff that was stressing me out and he was just adding to it. We decided to stay "friends" and it actually was working.
That is, until I started hanging out with another guy...
I started spending time with this guy almost immediately after Rob and I broke up. His name is Mark. He's really nice, really cute and I loved the companionship. He helped me heal......or so I thought.
Fast forward to New Year's eve. One of my friends had a psychotic breakdown and long story short, my best friend and me spent the whole night in the hospital with her. I was again in a really broken place and I turned to Mark for support. I was an emotional wreck. I was confused, and hurt and just so broken and the events on New Year's just intensified all of that. I wanted more than anything to talk to Rob but I couldn't get him to talk to me at all, even though he knew what I was going through.
Then things took an even worse turn.
The girl who had teh psychotic breakdown, was let out of the mental hospital (God only knows why), and started stalking me. It was terrifying. She would lurk outside my building. Show up to my workplace. Call and text me relentlessly. It was really scary. One night she was sitting in front of my building in her car. I was trapped. Again, I instinctively wanted to turn to Rob but he wasn't there for me.
So, I turned to Mark for comfort and protection. And I'll always be grateful to him for being there for me. Mark lives in my building so i went upstairs to his place and he assured me things would be okay. I was trembling with fear and so he opened a bottle of wine and we cuddled up on his bed and talked and drank our wine. We finished the bottle and by that time were feeling kind of tipsy. He kissed me and things ended up getting a little out of control. I was in a broken place and he took advantage of that. But I'm not going to state it as being all his fault.
We hooked up a few more times after that, usually drunk and/or tipsy, but I had to break it off. I wasn't into it. It didn't feel right and I couldn't stop thinking of Rob. Being naked with another man except for the sterling silver and diamond necklace ROB got me last Christmas -- I was absolutely disgusted with myself. Mark and I stopped seeing each other, even as friends. And to this day I haven't seen him in 3 weeks. He barely talks to me at all. I think I hurt him too.
It made me realize what Rob and I had together. He was undoubtedly the love of my life. We lost our virginity to each other and we were each others best friends. I can't have sex for the sake of sex. I need the emotional attachment which is something I wouldn't let myself have with Mark. I don't trust him not to break me.
A few days ago I was texting Rob and he asked me if I had slept with anybody else. I can't lie to him. It's literally impossible for me so I told him yes, and that I wasn't proud of it. He was really upset with me and told me he didn't want anything to do with me, and he definitely didn't want to sleep with me again if I had been with someone else minus the emotional attachment. It hurt, not gonna lie. I know I hurt him worse. I told him yesterday about a guy we both knew who asked me out to a bar and I didn't want to go.
I texted, "I'm too nice. I need to learn to say no."
To which he responded, "Yeah, you ought to work on that. Saying NO, I mean."
That hurt. He was obviously referring to Mark. We texted again last night and he admitted to being really hurt. I apologized...........against my better judgement. He didn't really seem to acknowledge it.
Why do I feel like I cheated on him? ..... And why is he acting like I did? We hadn't been together for over a month when it happened.
I was planning on taking a trip to Chicago with some friends the last week of March, and maybe seeing him. I need to just see him face to face so I can get some closure. Plus, I love the city and am dying to go back.
I don't really know what I want from anybody that reads this. But maybe suggestions? Should I just leave him alone? Will he just get over it? Should I call him and talk about it?
I feel like shit. I didn't want to hurt him. Ever. And the thing with Mark made my depression even worse.
:c
Help?
Second, I didn't spell check this or read over it again soooo if something is misspelled or my grammar is weird then oh well. haha.
So, title says it all. Rob and I broke up.
I haven't been on here because honestly, I haven't let myself come to terms with it. We broke up on November 21st, the day before we would have been together 1 year and 7 months. Almost hit the 2 year mark. :C
He and I have been having problems for around a month or so, on and off. And during one particularly bad fight he broke up with me. I was heartbroken. All that time and effort, all the things I mailed him, all the things we did together was suddenly gone in an instant. I shut myself down immediately and I didn't really let myself be sad--such is just my nature. I was an emotional robot. Rob and i didn't speak for 2 weeks. Then I finally called him when I was calm enough to talk without crying or yelling at him. We talked things out and just decided that right now, it was best for us. He didn't have the time to devote to me that I deserved, and I had a lot of stuff that was stressing me out and he was just adding to it. We decided to stay "friends" and it actually was working.
That is, until I started hanging out with another guy...
I started spending time with this guy almost immediately after Rob and I broke up. His name is Mark. He's really nice, really cute and I loved the companionship. He helped me heal......or so I thought.
Fast forward to New Year's eve. One of my friends had a psychotic breakdown and long story short, my best friend and me spent the whole night in the hospital with her. I was again in a really broken place and I turned to Mark for support. I was an emotional wreck. I was confused, and hurt and just so broken and the events on New Year's just intensified all of that. I wanted more than anything to talk to Rob but I couldn't get him to talk to me at all, even though he knew what I was going through.
Then things took an even worse turn.
The girl who had teh psychotic breakdown, was let out of the mental hospital (God only knows why), and started stalking me. It was terrifying. She would lurk outside my building. Show up to my workplace. Call and text me relentlessly. It was really scary. One night she was sitting in front of my building in her car. I was trapped. Again, I instinctively wanted to turn to Rob but he wasn't there for me.
So, I turned to Mark for comfort and protection. And I'll always be grateful to him for being there for me. Mark lives in my building so i went upstairs to his place and he assured me things would be okay. I was trembling with fear and so he opened a bottle of wine and we cuddled up on his bed and talked and drank our wine. We finished the bottle and by that time were feeling kind of tipsy. He kissed me and things ended up getting a little out of control. I was in a broken place and he took advantage of that. But I'm not going to state it as being all his fault.
We hooked up a few more times after that, usually drunk and/or tipsy, but I had to break it off. I wasn't into it. It didn't feel right and I couldn't stop thinking of Rob. Being naked with another man except for the sterling silver and diamond necklace ROB got me last Christmas -- I was absolutely disgusted with myself. Mark and I stopped seeing each other, even as friends. And to this day I haven't seen him in 3 weeks. He barely talks to me at all. I think I hurt him too.
It made me realize what Rob and I had together. He was undoubtedly the love of my life. We lost our virginity to each other and we were each others best friends. I can't have sex for the sake of sex. I need the emotional attachment which is something I wouldn't let myself have with Mark. I don't trust him not to break me.
A few days ago I was texting Rob and he asked me if I had slept with anybody else. I can't lie to him. It's literally impossible for me so I told him yes, and that I wasn't proud of it. He was really upset with me and told me he didn't want anything to do with me, and he definitely didn't want to sleep with me again if I had been with someone else minus the emotional attachment. It hurt, not gonna lie. I know I hurt him worse. I told him yesterday about a guy we both knew who asked me out to a bar and I didn't want to go.
I texted, "I'm too nice. I need to learn to say no."
To which he responded, "Yeah, you ought to work on that. Saying NO, I mean."
That hurt. He was obviously referring to Mark. We texted again last night and he admitted to being really hurt. I apologized...........against my better judgement. He didn't really seem to acknowledge it.
Why do I feel like I cheated on him? ..... And why is he acting like I did? We hadn't been together for over a month when it happened.
I was planning on taking a trip to Chicago with some friends the last week of March, and maybe seeing him. I need to just see him face to face so I can get some closure. Plus, I love the city and am dying to go back.
I don't really know what I want from anybody that reads this. But maybe suggestions? Should I just leave him alone? Will he just get over it? Should I call him and talk about it?
I feel like shit. I didn't want to hurt him. Ever. And the thing with Mark made my depression even worse.
:c
Help?
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