Okay, seriously? Ex-gf tells me she's dating someone, and then calls acting friendly.
I will make this as brief as I can.
3 months ago, I broke up with my ex of nearly 2.5 years.
We lived together, had fun together, but life, and family problems pushed us apart. I am still in school in the city I live in, her parents are a financial catastrophe on the other side of the continent, and I couldn't reconcile the burden her family was going to be while I was in school. She moved back there to help them only partly to help them, but also because our relationship wasn't moving forward.
From my perspective, until this issue with her parents became more clear I wasn't prepared to let it advance. There are a few other problems, but this is the main one. As time went on, we grew apart because we started to focus on the problems and not the GREAT times we had.
We were planning on getting married.
Okay now that the preamble is over with
3 months ago she moved out of our apartment and moved home. She hadn't lived at home for nearly 7 years, and was pretty lonely. Her family situation is very intense due to the situation down there, and their family antics has proven to be challenging for her.
For the first two months she was down there, she was calling me 2-3 times a day, venting, crying, and my family and I was there to support her. Eventually I ended up flying down there to visit, we had a blast together, it was probably the best time I've had in years, but potentially also the worst decision I've made in years.
About a week after I got home, and telling me how much she missed me and wished I'd stayed longer, she stops calling (around August 10th).
I get one call August 18th, and then she goes MIA for 2 weeks. Being concerned, I sent her an email asking her if she's okay. She never gets back to me, so I call her. Goes to Voice Mail.
(August 30th) Eventually I get a phone call saying that she's okay, that she's busy, doing well, but the call sounds really odd, she's hiding something. She's dating someone. Great - Whoopdeedoo, she met the guy a week after I left. Long story short, everything I've heard about the guy leads me to believe he's a complete loser. But that's not important.
Low class? I think so.
Aside from a brief email asking her what she wanted me to do with the stuff she left behind in the apartment, I completely fell off the face of the Earth when it came to communicating with her.
No texting, no emailing, no calling. Nada, nothing. She used me. The Monkey Theory was in full effect here.
After nearly 3 weeks of not talking, I get a phone call money from her. I don't want to talk to her. It goes to voice mail where she leaves a VERY nervous message, asking me how I'm doing, that she hopes my work week started off well, and that I can call her back if I would like to.
I don't.
3 days pass, I get a text message saying 'Not going to return my call?'
Ignore it.
She calls me today, I finally pick up because I'm starting to get irritated. After what she did there should be no question as to WHY I am really bothered by this.
The conversation is pretty one dimensional, she asks me how I am doing, what my living situation is like (she knows I'm moving out of our old apartment), how school is going, and how my family is. I respond pretty mundanely, and ask her what her work situation is like down there.
I get a pretty vanilla response that it's a roller coaster, that she's not sure if things are going to work out down there, but she wants to have an apartment for October if things are going to work. If things aren't going to work out, she's going to go to South America indefinitely with a friend.
I take this opportunity to point out to her that some of what she said when she called me last was hurtful and pissed me off and that I don't really know what to tell her.
Her response: I don't remember our last conversation.
Honestly, what does this chick want from me? I finally moved on past this thing and she calls and starts badgering me when I don't call her back? If she wants me to ease her conscience she's looking at the wrong guy.
I think after this much time I've forgotten that I'm actually a bit of a stud. I'm back into playing 3 sports, 5 classes at school, working 25 hours a week still, and I'm good looking (lost 10 pounds since I found all of this dirt up).
Don't get me wrong, I still care for her, but purely in a romantic sense, I have enough friends I don't need another.
