First some background on me, I am a girl and I am gay.
So. I met a girl online. Things were pretty great. We seemed to vibe well, then suddenly it kind of shifted into an odd realm. Firstly, she had a really odd view of sex. She said it was because she was raped. I can understand that. She said she just needed time to feel close to me. So I said I would wait for that to happen organically. We moved in together after 5 months of dating (I know, stupid), still no sex. Meanwhile she's hanging out with this other dude ALL THE TIME. She said he was her brother, but I didn't see the resemblance at all! I looked him up (Google is scary) and it turns out, they aren't related at all. I confronted her about this and she freaks out on me. Starts insulting me and just making me feel terrible. I even started crying but she wouldn't stop, meanwhile the dude is standing right there in the room. Later on she explains that she was upset because her grandmother passed away or something like that. She tells me that she feels like he is her brother. Alright, I can understand that concept I have a couple of people like that in my life too. But she kept saying how he was legit related. It didn't sit well with me. There were a lot of red flags for the next four months. I'd catch her in lies. She'd take my clothes and jewelry and not give them back. Stuff like that. But yesterday I ended it. It's been nine months of commitment on my end. I have been taking care of her financially as well. I asked if we could be intimate. She freaked. She said that I was always bringing it up, and using it as a weapon against her. How she would never **** a fat girl. She didn't call me fat, but she kept going on and on about not ****ing a fat girl. I was heart broken. I sincerely loved this girl. She said she needed to leave so she could hang our with her "brother." I was crying so hard, I couldn't even look at her. I felt so fat and used and upset. I asked her not to go, but she left anyways. Said that she was going to come right back and that we would spend time together. That it would be fine, yatta yatta. I drank myself so stupid, which made it worse. And she didn't even return like she said she would. I wake up the next morning feeling funny. I couldn't do it again, so I left a note saying I was done, and I left. I get a call from her at work, I actually have to tell her to stop calling. It was so embarrassing because my boss sits right behind me.
If you read all that, or just some of it, or skimmed, whatever. Does it sound like she was just using me? There were a lot of good times, but the bad were awful... In put please? I am still pretty sad over this.