My (ex)girlfriend and I have been dating for almost three years now. We began dating in high school, and decided to go to school together.
Everything was perfect. All those corny love songs began to make sense (as said somewhere). I had never felt this way about a girl before. I was truly in love with her. We talked about everything, from our past, to the future. We made plans about what kind of house we were going to have, where we would live, and what color our garage door would be. We fought on very rare occasions.
The one thing we did fight about, was a recurring event. She has always had a bunch of guy friends, never any girl friends. I never wanted to be the "jealous" boyfriend, but it happened. I started to feel uneasy about her staying out with 10 guys till 3 in the morning. She would always come home, reeking of liquor. I began to get jealous, and we fought. One day, she told me that she had "liked" someone else, a particular guy who she was spending an enormous amount of time with. She said that she liked him, but that she loved me and that she didn't want us to end.
However, despite that one particular issue, we never fought about anything else.
A month ago, she came home from a party at school (over summer break, she went to visit), and told me that we needed to talk. She sat me down, told me that we weren't independent enough, and that we needed to spend time apart to work on it. I was absolutely floored. She never mentioned this to me, not once. We never talked about it. She went straight to the gun, and pulled the trigger.
She broke up a three year long relationship over something that was never brought up in our relationship. And she was not upset about it, not for a single second.
Since we've been back to school, she's been constantly going out with one guy. They spend 99% of their time with each other, and I really don't get to see her anymore. What sucks is, she lives right next to me. We chose to live together this year (in a co-ed dorm).
As you can imagine, this is making getting over her very hard. I have to see her every morning, and every night. I get to see her taking this guy into her room at night. And I also get to hear them.
At this point, I am beyond heartbroken. I have spiraled into what I think is depression. I just can't understand where those feelings went. Everything was great one day, and then things went south the next. What's worse, is that I've put this girl on a pedestal that is so high, that no girl can compare. She was absolutely perfect.
What do I do? I've been carrying out my days in absolute agony. My school performance is begin to suffer, as I got a C on an exam for the first time in my life. I didn't even seem to care.
I'm so lost.
