I thought. Wow. Ok, that’s so out of character for her. I was in shock. I was crawling on my knees to get away from the emotional pain.

Over the course of a few months I picked myself back up together. It wasn’t easy. A few months later she hits me up. Tells me she misses me, she needs me, the whole nine yards. What do I do? I simp out. I was on vacation so a couple weeks later, I meet up with her. We talk. Things started igniting again. I was getting the high my brain wanted ever so much. The one where you were right. She loved me, she needed me, she finally saw my worth right?

Wrong.

A couple weeks in I discovered shit. When she dumped me she fucked a guy that night.

Well apparently she got serious with this guy. According to her though it turns out “He was a loser and she didn’t like him in the end. He was jealous of me and she dumped him.”

So we get back together. I discovered the dates of the fucking in a notebook hanging around her apartment. I sometimes like to write cute shit for her to find, well I guess I found a surprise of my own. I confronted her about it and she came clean, after lying to me about it. (This is something I noticed, she was lying and contradicting herself at every move).

I found in other notebooks that she was obsessed with him. That she couldn't get enough of him. This is after not even wanting me to touch her or look at her naked forever. This guy must have been fucking Adonus. I found a drawing she made of them two together. The problem is she made this drawing while I was still with her.

It’s ok. I forgave her, we were back. She chose me in the end right? Fuck it.

Wrong.

She eventually started texting this same guy. again. Sometimes it would be once a day. Sometimes it would be twice. I could tell she was doing it because she would only use a certain app to text him. It got to the point one time where she was talking to him at 3 am. I confronted her and told her I knew I was going on. She apologized and told me it wouldn’t happen again. And it rarely did to be honest, however I noticed a different pattern. Her Facebook Messenger. Seems like she moved the conversation over there.

This whole time I’m being driven nuts. I’m looking at this guy’s Instagram/Twitter to see any semblance and solid evidence she was emotionally or physically cheating. Yeah, one thing is talking and I honestly don’t give a fuck, but I started to get insecure slowly about it because I noticed a pattern in the way she talked to me after talking to him.

So throughout all this disaster. WE STILL WERE NOT HAVING SEX. She barely wanted to kiss me. She barely wanted to look at me. She slept over a lot, but she would move her ass away from my dick if I got an erection while cuddling. She would literally say shit like “I don’t love you as much as you love me.” One time she actually TOLD ME SHE REGRETTED BREAKING UP WITH THE GUY.

I started getting angry, and I started looking for an exit plan because what the fuck right? I love this girl. I treat her like a princess. I’m not even the stereotypical “nice guy.” I’m pretty funny, attractive, laid back, and I think I’m pretty great in bed like what the hell. The WORST thing you can say about me is I’m short, and I have zero control over that. I deserved better than the way I was being treated.

It got to the point where one day she’d be so apathetic towards me, and the next act like she loves me. Keep in mind I’m looking at her Twitter. I can see what she’s posting. I can tell she’s still in love with this dude even though she denies it.

So everything came to a head today. She’s been weird for 2 days. I ask her what’s wrong and she tells me “nothing in particular.” Yeahok.jpg. I pressed a bit, and she told me she would call me when she gets home from work.

She calls me, tries beating around the bush to break up with me over the phone. A relationship of 3 years, where I treated her like a fucking QUEEN, and she breaks up with me over the phone. Keep in mind she was talking to this dude again all day. Blatantly. I could tell. She was clearly going to meet up with him at night or in the evening. Probably to fuck. I told her I was done. She started crying. She wanted to me to stay, and be her pet friend while she goes and fucks and dates other people. I told her, in the NICEST WAY POSSIBLE, to fuck off. I deleted her number, I deleted her off social media.

I deserve better. It wasn’t easy. I love her, and I’m angry. I don’t hate her. I’m just doing the best I can. I will not be taking her back this time. I have learned a very harsh lesson. I hope that in 5-10 years I could reconnect and be friends with this person because I’m honest. She was my best friend. But she manipulated me. She lied to me. She used me. if she treated me, her boyfriend this way, how would she treat a friend? Never again.

This relationship has taxed me more than anything. I wouldn't say I've had a very harsh life. I've been mostly lucky. I'm 32 years old and dealing with this person who sucked the energy out of me. Wasted 3 years of my life. And I'm done.

This part is for her:

You took me for granted. I lowered my defense for you. I let you into my life, not once, but twice. I loved you, cared for you, and I made sure you needed nothing. I wanted you to become a part of my family, I wanted to grow old with you. You were my best friend. You were the person I loved. You betrayed me. Countless of times. I sincerely hope it was worth it. I hope you found love in this guy, and that things work out for you in the long run.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4938067&forum_id=2#43239229)

The WORST thing you can say about me is I’m short, and I have zero control over that. I deserved better than the way I was being treated.

The WORST thing you can say about me is I’m short, and I have zero control over that. I deserved better than the way I was being treated.

The WORST thing you can say about me is I’m short, and I have zero control over that. I deserved better than the way I was being treated.

The WORST thing you can say about me is I’m short, and I have zero control over that. I deserved better than the way I was being treated.

The WORST thing you can say about me is I’m short, and I have zero control over that. I deserved better than the way I was being treated.

The WORST thing you can say about me is I’m short, and I have zero control over that. I deserved better than the way I was being treated.

The WORST thing you can say about me is I’m short, and I have zero control over that. I deserved better than the way I was being treated.

The WORST thing you can say about me is I’m short, and I have zero control over that. I deserved better than the way I was being treated.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4938067&forum_id=2#43239239)

Invisible Hand of the Sexual Value Market: *SLAP*

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4938067&forum_id=2#43239270)