CanadianEquestrian Posted September 15, 2013 Posted September 15, 2013 (edited) I'm just using this as a vent, as I find writing always helps me deal. Little bit of karma in the end, which is always nice. Two years ago my boyfriend of two years broke up with me. We had a pretty good relationship up until the point where he decided to end it, and it really didn't even go downhill until after we had been apart for a while. He and I dated long distance almost the entirety of our relationship, except for one summer, but more on that in a moment. I moved over to his city the last summer of our relationship for work, as I had gotten a pretty good paying job that was related to my field of study. I wasn't living with him (luckily) as I had my own place that my employer helped provide. I knew his brother really well (he and I went to university together, and I had met my bf through him). I get over there, ecstatic to finally not have to do long distance. So three days after I arrive, he sits me down to have a talk. I was completely blindsided by what he said. He wanted to break up... at the end of the summer. Did I mention he decided to tell me about this the day before my birthday? Ah well, if you need to say it, don't hold it in. I was heartbroken and utterly pissed. When I asked him why he hadn't told me before I arrived, he said that he had only realized he wanted to break up the day before I got there. And why did he want to break up later, and not now? He said it was because he still loved me. Whatever... Now looking back I somewhat believe he thought that waiting until the end up summer to split was a nice thing to do for me, but in reality, it probably would have been better to end it right then and there. I spent the rest of the summer trying to prove to him we should stay together, trying to find out what it was that made him want to break up, etc. etc. Yeah, I know, I shouldn't have. I was alone in a new province, and didn't know a single person (didn't hang out with his brother - who was home for the summer - because it just felt weird). I was lonely. Being away from home for the first time and not the best at making friends, I had a pretty lame couple of months. It hurt quite a bit. I progressively got angrier and angrier. Everything he did pissed me off, but I still loved him, and didn't want to break up. I realized that we would have to be no contact after I left to go back to school. I told him a minimal of 6 months, and that I would be deleting him off of Facebook and removing his phone number. I needed space, and I straight up told him I was pissed off at him for breaking up, even if he couldn't help it. When I wanted to talk again, I would contact him. He agreed, or so I thought. Another crappy aspect of this whole thing was that he was moving to my university for his Masters. Yeah, that's right: he was now in my city, and had we still been together, our long distance would have been over. He lived a block over from me now. Nice, huh? I go about my life, and head back home. I focused on enjoying what was left of my summer with my friends, and starting the whole moving on process. I felt better about myself, and my friends proved to me that it was better to no longer be dating him. School starts up, and I get back to it. Then I get this email from him, days after he arrives, completely breaking the agreement for no contact. 'I'm lonely, could you please come visit me? ' Oh no, screw you! My response was angry and full of cursing, and although I may have over-reacted, he had no right to disrespect our agreement like that. He told me I was bitter and that I needed to chill out. I told him that we had agreed not to contact one another. He sent me a response but I just deleted it. A month later, he sent me an email asking if we could meet up to hang out. Yet again, I deleted it, and blocked his email. He texted me once shortly after, and his number was blocked. Later that month I found out from a friend that she had seen him on a local dating website - and surprise, surprise, he had set it up less than a week after I had left to go back to school. I was pissed. I decided we had to sever all ties, and I never tried to contact him again. It took me a while but I eventually got over him. I'm still single, and I'm more than happy to focus on school and friends, and just live out my life. I am still young, of course! I realized that he and I would not have worked out, as our personalities clashed too much, so his decision to break up is fine with me now. The reason I'm typing this rant is because earlier this week I ran into his brother at school (our friendship fell out after I and my ex broke up, which I regret), and he informed me of something my ex had told him. Apparently the reason he wanted to break up with me was because he wanted to find someone new when he moved over here for his Masters. He thought moving to a new city would mean he could instantly find a new, more exciting relationship. Guess he was just bored with me He's apparently been searching intently for a new girlfriend, but has yet to find one... 2 years later. Ahh well. Karma can be a fickle mistress Edited September 15, 2013 by CanadianEquestrian 5
Ireallydontknow Posted September 15, 2013 Posted September 15, 2013 haha good on you. Two years later how do you feel? You seem to be doing awesome, thumbs up.
Author CanadianEquestrian Posted September 15, 2013 Author Posted September 15, 2013 haha good on you. Two years later how do you feel? You seem to be doing awesome, thumbs up. I'm doing quite well, thank you for asking. To be honest the whole incident was completely out of my mind until I ran into his brother. The only thing I'm still a little sore over was the email about how he was lonely 3 days after arriving, when I had spent almost 4 months feeling alone. He was never really the best at empathy. Otherwise, I'm okay with how everything turned out!
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