I broke up woth him. Over the phone.
I know it's mean, doing it during a call.
I feel like everything in the relationship was always my fault.
I know it wasn't but he always made me feel like it was.
I've been thinking about breaking up with him for a good while now, so I know it was probably the best thing to do.
The final straw was when he called earlier, my mom answered, told him I was just leaving to get some ice cream, and it drove me batty. I told my mom about how I couldn't take everything, his complaining, his neediness, his mood swings, his anything.
It was totally awesome in the beginning, but I honestly just can't deal with how he always needs to be talking to me, or around me, or otherwise he's depressed.
He complained that we never went on dates anymore, but that was because he called me every night(sometimes twice a night), we hang out at every break at school, we have a class together, and we have the same group of friends. It was always complaints, complaints. He complained about his home life, himself, his classes, the internet, his teachers, his friends, skateboarding, jobs, how bored he always was, us, me. He never stopped.
I tried asking for space, but he got depressed and called more. He didn't do anything.
He had a bunch of moodswings all the time. In school he'd be happy, but once he was home, he'd get depressed about everything and call me.
He guilt tripped me. Anytime I wanted something from the relationship, space, time, anything, he'd get depressed and say something like 'I'm sorry, but I just wanted to talk to you...' or something of the like.
I told myself I wasn't going to cry.
Now I'm telling myself that I refuse to take him back. I'll be sticking to that one.
I just can't stop feeling bad, even I know it's not my fault.
I'm totally not ready for the dating scene.
The Gaian Gates of Horn and Ivory
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