Yet another failed relationship
Well since my movie plans were cancelled due to laziness (not mine!) I suppose I should tell everyone my story.
Rest assured, I'm not ready to kill myself, since I tend to take these things rationally after about a week of mourning.
Throughout my senior year of high school, I promised myself that I would NOT date anyone. This is mainly because I am going to college six hours away in August, and I did not want to deal with any nasty breakups or sadness right before I leave for a new life.
This did not stop my feelings for my now ex boyfriend, however. We'll just called him Louis. I started having strong feelings for him in September. We had known eachother for two years, and he was a junior while I was a senior. Considering how his birthday is EXTREMELY late in the year (seriously, he just made the 1989 bus), he was fifteen at the time.
So I had no idea how to get this guy. He wasn't like any other person I've ever met. His feelings were hidden from the world and not only was he shy but really really nervous.
Anyways, lets move along shall we? Right after his sixteenth birthday, he broke up with his girlfriend of three months. I was there for him but I was secretly happy cause I liked him so much. We began to talk more and more, and eventually he asked me out by the end of January.
Our relationship was amazing. We got along wonderfully, and every day was great. There were problems, but I figured it was no big deal.
I was NOT expecting him to break up with me a week ago. As a matter of fact, I was a sobbing freakish mess. I loved him so much and he just totally betrayed me.
It's been a week and I've had time to mourn and am currently in the process of moving on and getting better.
There were problems in our relationship, things that I see now. First of all, there's the fact that he's still in high school while I'm going to college six hours away. I'm going to be focusing all my time on my studies and making new friends and I won't have time for someone in new york city. Cruel, perhaps, but true. Then there were his parents. Oh sweet Jesus on a stick. They treated him like he was twelve, with a 10 o'clock curfew. If he took me out on a date (which was RARE mind you), his parents would stay down the block from us to make sure we didn't do anything wrong. I had to keep my feet on the floor at all times, no laying down or putting my feet up on the bed, lest I accidently have sex with him. I could NOT take this. I felt trapped by my love for him, because I didn't want to leave him but I didn't want to deal with these people anymore.
He also had no social skills. His sense of humor went overboard and he didn't know when to stop. It was embarassing but I told myself that I could overlook these things because I really did care for him.
Now, it takes two people to cause a train wreck, so I was not a perfect angel either. I have a tendency to be too sarcastic, maybe even mean sometimes, although I don't mean it. He's very VERY fragile, and my crude humor made him angry. I may have been a bit bossy too. At least now I know what not to do in a relationship.
He told me his feelings simply changed. He just fell out of love for me, but he loves me more than a friend, just less than a girlfriend. I sighed and said that I understood. Now he wants to be friends with me.
Friends? Sure, fine. I can do friends. But not right now. He's gonna have to learn that I need TIME to be friends with him again. He pretty much broke my heart, and even though I'm getting better it's not all healed yet. If he just gives me some time, everything will be alright.
I hope I wasn't too boring for you!