Ok, I'll make this one short (since almost all of my previous posts here were gigantic).
It seems I only report here every 2 years or so. For the ones that don't have the time to read that shit (even I don't lol). I'm 27, was already engaged. Have already planned a family. So take this as serious writting please and not some teenage bla bla. Thanks.
To sumerize everything from my past 5-6 years.
Dated a girl from my class about 6 years ago. The relationship lasted for about 2 years and 2,3 months.
We were engaged for the last 6 months. She cheated on me. We broke up, got back together for 2 months or so and again broke up.
It broke my hearth, even got to a suicidal point at one time (not a problem since, got my head straight). Took me about 2 years to straighten everything out to seriously date again (had a couple of 1-2 months relationships in between).
Got suspicious of new girlfriend in the first 2 months (posted about this on this forum) about her cheating on me. Probably I'm not that great with trusting since my ex lied and cheated. Not that I don't trust in advance, but that I'm extra paying attention to all small bullshit that most don't sense.
Kinda sucked it up, sucked up some small shit too. Most of the past 2,5 years were amazing (minor stuff didn't go that well). We never had an argument. We really do complete each other, but a small lie about a year into relationship ****ed it up a little for me. (she lied about not giving her phone number to random men).
Since than I didn't really put all the effort I could in the relationship. That doesn't mean that it still wasn't great, but it could be even better. Most probably I already knew that it wouldn't last...
1 month ago it came to the point I could make a bigger step in my life. To buy my own appartment. Or our (tough I'd pay for it entirely) appartment.
It got to the point when I was in a bad mood for a week. She noticed, we had "quiet days". A day before valentines I had to ask her the question. I had to since I didn't want to be all "...oh I love you so much my smoochie ... blah blah valentine's day crap (if you ask me...every day should be valentines day..you shuold get your girl a flower any day....you should tell her you love her every day...not only on valentines).
I had to know.
I asked her a bullshit question first (something that bothered me in the past). The information I have is different to her answer to that question, but that doesn't really matter to me.
Than I took 2 minutes to try to explain her that the next question is really important. That it depends on her answer if she is stying or packing her bags tonight. That she should take time to think before she answers.
I asked her if she ever cheated on me. In less than 10 seconds she looked me in the eye and lied. She said she didn't. (this brings me back 2 years when I last posted on this forum...I was right than...she did cheat on me..).
I immediatly told her what I know which made her realize that I know. She changed her answer to "Yes". Said that she only said not because she was affraid to lose me if she said "Yes".
I admit that it's a hard hard question. ****, I'd probably say "no" to it. Most of us probably would.
I took 2 days to rethink things and gave us another chance. It lasted for a month and the pain was to strong for me.
We're appart for 2 weeks.
I do know that it's the best way for me to heal to be appart. It's the fastest way for it to stop hurting.
At the same time I realize that if she wouldn't cheat on me, we would be married now for sure (like I mentioned earlier, I stoped really trying after a year, so marriage was out of the question)...
I realize that we are (excpet for the cheating/lying part of her) a perfect match on all areas. And this is not some "i'm 12years old" bulslhit when you were happy cuz the girl liked the same gum as you did and you tought she was the one. I mean ALL areas. Everything is/was the best shit.
Except for the cheating & lying things.
About 4 hours ago we talked for the last time. She came to my appartment to clear up some things. She was thinking that there is still a chance for us, I had to told her that's it's really over one more time.
But everytime I tell her that, it seems more and more of a horrible mistake that I made. A part of me knows, that the pain will only stop if we are sepparated. The other part of me is in serious pain because we are separated. We both realize that we really are a great macth for eachother. A perfect match.
It's killing me. It's also killing me that I'm aware of the problem that this brings. It took me 2+ years to get over the pain that the ex did to me. To want to seriously date again. I don't know if I'm capable of ever trusting any girl from now on. The pain is to great.
Doesn't matter to me if life is like a box of chocolate...I alway get the shitty candy in it...
Thanks for reading.