caiti
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Ok, so here is a long and serious thread.
I met a boy when I was 14. We started dating and had been on and off for the next decade. We were really close and have been through a lot of stuff together. The last few years, we've basically been dating but no label and had relationship drama, though we were mature about it.
About 2 months ago, he tells me he's been cheating on me and he's leaving me for this other person (whom I know...). I'm crushed, and lie awake at night fantasizing about lighting him on fire, etc. He tells me he regrets what he did and firmly wants us to stay friends if I can do that, and wants to be there for me. I told him I have no idea if I can ever be on friendly terms with him but if it's going to happen, he needs to try VERY hard and treat me entirely differently. It's actually the only time I've seen him scared of me. When we went to talk in a park, I picked up a stick to occupy my hands as I was all crying and angry and he flinched...he thought I was going to hit him with it! That actually made me a little happy.
I have been through so much with this person and was so integrated in his life, I really just don't know what to do with myself. The last time I contacted him was the day we talked, I emailed him and vented some more and asked if he could burn me some Tool and Metallica (weird, I know, but I figured if I'm never gonna talk to him again, might as well milk it). He responds to the CD burning portion of the email and I never respond back. I've decided he is the devil and I will not talk to him, proceed to delete his email address, phone number, all the texts from him, rip up all pictures I had of him and unfriend him on facebook. Ok--it sucks but I'm ok. I try to go out more with friends and what not. I'm taking it day by day, patting myself on the back at the end of every day I haven't talked to him.
Then I get the CDs in the mail a week or so ago. Firstly, the Tool CD is cracked, which is the one I wanted most!! Secondly, he sent the CDs wrapped in a piece of paper which is a letter written in sharpie. The letter doesn't say anything too exciting. Just asks how I'm doing and that he's sorry for the situation and wants to know what's going on in my life. He signs it with an endearment and writes his full name in cursive. The formality of a properly signed letter (which is very unlike him) and the informality of it being written in sharpie made me giggle a bit, to be honest. I figured I wouldn't respond and I put Tool on my christmas list. Problem solved.
But now, I keep thinking about sending him a letter back and it's really distracting. Maybe the anger is going away and the sadness is finally setting in, but I'm finding it harder as time goes on, not easier. All my friends and family just tell me they will kill him for me and that he's horrible, etc. I know they are saying that because they love me and care, but it's not that black and white. I don't hate him--I wish I did. But I am in so much pain, I can't respect him. And I miss him even though he made me miserable.
How do people get over this kind of thing? I've eaten about 25 lindt truffles in the last 4 days and I went through a gallon of ice cream rather quickly when this all happened two months ago. I also put Chloe's cage next to my bed, she cheers me up!
I met a boy when I was 14. We started dating and had been on and off for the next decade. We were really close and have been through a lot of stuff together. The last few years, we've basically been dating but no label and had relationship drama, though we were mature about it.
About 2 months ago, he tells me he's been cheating on me and he's leaving me for this other person (whom I know...). I'm crushed, and lie awake at night fantasizing about lighting him on fire, etc. He tells me he regrets what he did and firmly wants us to stay friends if I can do that, and wants to be there for me. I told him I have no idea if I can ever be on friendly terms with him but if it's going to happen, he needs to try VERY hard and treat me entirely differently. It's actually the only time I've seen him scared of me. When we went to talk in a park, I picked up a stick to occupy my hands as I was all crying and angry and he flinched...he thought I was going to hit him with it! That actually made me a little happy.
I have been through so much with this person and was so integrated in his life, I really just don't know what to do with myself. The last time I contacted him was the day we talked, I emailed him and vented some more and asked if he could burn me some Tool and Metallica (weird, I know, but I figured if I'm never gonna talk to him again, might as well milk it). He responds to the CD burning portion of the email and I never respond back. I've decided he is the devil and I will not talk to him, proceed to delete his email address, phone number, all the texts from him, rip up all pictures I had of him and unfriend him on facebook. Ok--it sucks but I'm ok. I try to go out more with friends and what not. I'm taking it day by day, patting myself on the back at the end of every day I haven't talked to him.
Then I get the CDs in the mail a week or so ago. Firstly, the Tool CD is cracked, which is the one I wanted most!! Secondly, he sent the CDs wrapped in a piece of paper which is a letter written in sharpie. The letter doesn't say anything too exciting. Just asks how I'm doing and that he's sorry for the situation and wants to know what's going on in my life. He signs it with an endearment and writes his full name in cursive. The formality of a properly signed letter (which is very unlike him) and the informality of it being written in sharpie made me giggle a bit, to be honest. I figured I wouldn't respond and I put Tool on my christmas list. Problem solved.
But now, I keep thinking about sending him a letter back and it's really distracting. Maybe the anger is going away and the sadness is finally setting in, but I'm finding it harder as time goes on, not easier. All my friends and family just tell me they will kill him for me and that he's horrible, etc. I know they are saying that because they love me and care, but it's not that black and white. I don't hate him--I wish I did. But I am in so much pain, I can't respect him. And I miss him even though he made me miserable.
How do people get over this kind of thing? I've eaten about 25 lindt truffles in the last 4 days and I went through a gallon of ice cream rather quickly when this all happened two months ago. I also put Chloe's cage next to my bed, she cheers me up!