Ugh. I'm past wit's end with this. My boyfriend and I broke up Friday night after dating for about a year and seven months. He's been a complete ass since, and is acting more like the one who was dumped than even makes sense. He's been irrational, has gone thru my shit, has tried to BREAK my shitto get my attention, and is pushing me to sanity's edge.
The night we broke up I hooked up with my roommate/friend. I really don't care if it was the best idea for keeping the peace. Social rules can blow me. I was feeling lonely, so I fell asleep next to my roommate in his bed.
The next morning Matt, my ex, woke me up saying I had some missed calls. Which meant he wanted to talk to me. He had read my away message on aim and CLOSED aim and the windows I had up WITHOUT ASKING ME, so HE coudl log on and look for sympathy from all our mutual friends, AGAIN, and had fucking counted my condems and was basically like "I forgive you" or "I don't hate either of you", like I was supposed to be SORRY for something after he decided to break it off.
In closing AIM he also lost the phone number from one of my few non-mutual friends in Louisville. I'd just worked up the nerve to ask her for it a third time since I'd lost it twice, and the convo wasn't saved.
He's been doing things like this constantly. Saturday morning he said he wanted an open relationship instead. Last night he tried to get my attention by blasting music as loud as he could on my tiny computer speakers and trying to wake me up. From where I had gone to sleep to stop thinking about the things he kept doing. He wrote me a two page letter about it. He leaves lyrics up on my web browser for me to read with passages highlighted about how miserable he is that things didn't work out. He's taken up my room and computer for three straight days, and keeps closing my aim and leaving his open so if anyone we know would even WANT to reply to my messages or maybe send ME something saying "if you ever want to talk about it I'm here", it doesn't happen.
He cut his foot a bunch of times with his razor and ended up using all of my gauze to bandage it. Which is what first aid supplies are for, but I bought them for accidents, not people being dumbasses. That part I guess is okay because he'll be replacing it.
Yesterday he went with our friend Beth to the liquor store. I asked if he could pick me up something if I sent some cash with him. He said don't worry about it, he'll buy something for both of us. He gets back and asks me to pay him back because he feels used.
I left the room last night after another long discussion where he tried to get back together with me and I had finally reached a complete emotional numb. Our other roommate offered me a drink, which I accepted readily. I sat down on the kitchen floor to talk, and out came Matt, who doesn't drink, but RIGHT THEN decided he would rather drink with us instead of sleeping.
At that point I decided to get trashed. I couldn't get away from him and sure as hell couldn't sleep, and it was too late to go anywhere. He had a few shots and spent the night trying to act drunker than he was. It didn't take me long to stop caring or noticing, though.
Fucking everyone I know is showering him in sympathy when HE decided to break up with ME. It was mutually decided that our relationship wasn't going well. It was decided wholeheartedly on both parts that it was neither or both our faults.
He is only 2 weeks younger than me and he is acting like he is 2 years younger. I understand this is his first major breakup, but honestly. It's fucking harsh, but he needs to get over it.
When life give you lemons, you squirt life in the eye with them and try to find something to hide behind before it has time to reload.
Maybe it's because I have had somewhat of a rough life that I understand that the only coping method that really works in situations like this is to look at the situation in it's entireity, accept it, and move the fuck on. It's going to hurt like HELL for a while, and some amount of stupid decisions and moping is acceptable. But you can't put life on hold and it's not fair to make it hell for others around you.
I know it's hard, but you just have to grow a pair, suck it up, and move on.
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Sweetheart, people aren't chocolates. You know what they are?
Bastards. Bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling.
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i like the way you think or deal with breakups, yes its hard but like hell ur not willing to go all whiny and depressed. and ur bf sounds like he has some serious problems
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