nuttynutskin
Bluelighter
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Basically since my last relationship I've pretty much given up on the idea of finding any true romantic love. It may sound pathetic but it's just how I feel. Before my last relationship I was never really in any serious relationships, or it may be more accurate to say they never progressed to that level. I was in a few and while I did love them they were short lived. Either way, the last relationship was by far the realest and most serious. Visiting each other both ways 4 times (it was long distance), going on vacations, and I was planning on moving away to be with her. This was the span of about 3 years. We were broken up once within that time frame but she ended up wanting to get back together with me. So to cut a long story short we started talking again and I ended up flying out to see her.
Once I got back it was planned that I would move there and she knew it would take some time for me to get my shit together. Things were going fine and I would talk to her often and let her know what progress I was making towards moving there as far as finding housing and such and saving money until one day I sort of sensed something was up. I really don't know exactly what it was but I felt something wasn't right. I ended up talking to her that same day and at first she says everything's fine like previous times, but when pressed she admits she gave up a long time ago and was in the process of seeing someone else. I felt a level of hurt and betrayal I still haven't felt to this day and never want to again. I became heavily depressed and damn near drank myself to death. At some point we were talking again and I pretty much decided to not burn any bridges since we were friends before anything romantic. I was never able to get an explanation from her about why she led me on for so long, why she gave up after wanting to get back together with me or anything because she would basically shut down whenever I asked her anything like that. That was 2014.
Fast forward to this day... We're still friends somehow and I actually talk on the phone with her probably at least twice a week. Also communicate on Facebook with her with casual things like sharing links or anything else friends normally do. Problem is I still feel hurt, betrayed and without answers, I just never let it show although there has been maybe one occasion where she was aware that I was jealous that she was talking about her boyfriend on there. I still love her but sometimes I feel some deep seeded resentment in how she fucked me over.
Anyways, since all of that I've pretty much given up on trying to find someone, much less someone who could put up with my ups and downs, mental problems and everything else. It again may sound pathetic but I don't know if I'll ever truly move on. That, and I also don't think I could take another failed relationship. Maybe I'm just weak, but the last one damn destroyed me despite the fact I still love her. I mean if the opportunity came along I'm not saying I wouldn't get to know someone, but I've also become extremely skeptical about people's motives. Couple that with the fact that at my age (33) just about every single woman out there has a kid or two and a bunch of baggage of their own, (not to dehumanize kids they're just not for me). So I don't know, is it wrong to just give up? Any responses would be appreciated.
Once I got back it was planned that I would move there and she knew it would take some time for me to get my shit together. Things were going fine and I would talk to her often and let her know what progress I was making towards moving there as far as finding housing and such and saving money until one day I sort of sensed something was up. I really don't know exactly what it was but I felt something wasn't right. I ended up talking to her that same day and at first she says everything's fine like previous times, but when pressed she admits she gave up a long time ago and was in the process of seeing someone else. I felt a level of hurt and betrayal I still haven't felt to this day and never want to again. I became heavily depressed and damn near drank myself to death. At some point we were talking again and I pretty much decided to not burn any bridges since we were friends before anything romantic. I was never able to get an explanation from her about why she led me on for so long, why she gave up after wanting to get back together with me or anything because she would basically shut down whenever I asked her anything like that. That was 2014.
Fast forward to this day... We're still friends somehow and I actually talk on the phone with her probably at least twice a week. Also communicate on Facebook with her with casual things like sharing links or anything else friends normally do. Problem is I still feel hurt, betrayed and without answers, I just never let it show although there has been maybe one occasion where she was aware that I was jealous that she was talking about her boyfriend on there. I still love her but sometimes I feel some deep seeded resentment in how she fucked me over.
Anyways, since all of that I've pretty much given up on trying to find someone, much less someone who could put up with my ups and downs, mental problems and everything else. It again may sound pathetic but I don't know if I'll ever truly move on. That, and I also don't think I could take another failed relationship. Maybe I'm just weak, but the last one damn destroyed me despite the fact I still love her. I mean if the opportunity came along I'm not saying I wouldn't get to know someone, but I've also become extremely skeptical about people's motives. Couple that with the fact that at my age (33) just about every single woman out there has a kid or two and a bunch of baggage of their own, (not to dehumanize kids they're just not for me). So I don't know, is it wrong to just give up? Any responses would be appreciated.