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I had a really, really, really tough breakup when I was 19...and couldn't sleep, eat...the only time in my life I was truly depressed. 3 years. I was always very reserved, kept to myself...never showed any feelings to family. Couldn't hide it. I'd wake my mom up and she finally got fed up and said, "Rick...you can't make someone love you."
Stuck with me. I acted so ridiculous then I told myself right then and there...any future breakups are just breakups. Just be done. So any time in my last 9 years on this planet when I'm done with a girl I just try and delete the memories. I don't hold on. Just move on.
This last girl is just pissing me off now. We started dating and her last boyfriend had terminal cancer...and he'd send her terrible texts about how he was just going to kill himself because she wouldn't be with him etc etc etc
I felt bad. What could I say? Dude was/is dying. It literally destroyed our relationship. We ended, I was mature...and gave her A TON of space.
She solved that riddle/got over having that dude guilt trip her...and so I tricked myself into thinking somehow we were going to work.
and last night she was such a complete bitch to me I couldn't believe it
Done.
Never again.
I'm just so mad at myself because I've learned from these mistakes before. Whatever. Time heels all wounds.
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