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LONG VERSION
I was sort of crushing on this guy. He invites me and my roommate out for drinks at his place with some of his friends, we get drunk, and start making out. I tell him I think he's only acting interested in me because he's drunk, he says the same thing back to me, and then offers to prove that he's not just drunk. So the following week, we hang out every day, he texts me constantly, all that. He even comes to dinner with my mom and step-dad.
Then, suddenly, I basically stop hearing from him. I'm pissed for a while, and then find out there are legitimate reasons for him suddenly having stopped texting me and all. Things like his abusive brother (literally abusive -- one of his ex-girlfriends reported him for domestic violence) beating the s**t out of him a few times; getting mugged and having his wallet, keys, and phone stolen; midterms; kicking his brother out of their apartment... all that. Legitimate reasons, no?
So once all of that is out of the way and things have calmed down, we start hanging out again. We start talking again. We're friends again. We're more than friends again, even. I start spending the night with him once or twice a week, I have a toothbrush over at his apartment, all that. (No actual sex involved... just plenty of intense making out and groping.) My whole family comes into town for the Arkansas game, and he goes to dinner with us and meets the rest of my family -- my dad, my step-mom, and even my dad's parents. And he didn't just go to dinner with me as a friend -- unless his definition of "friend" includes holding hands under the table and generally hugging on me and loving on me in front of my family.
I even think to myself, "Maybe I trust this guy a little too much. I probably do. But if he's met my whole family and gave me a toothbrush to keep at his apartment, obviously he's not about to just dump me."
Except Saturday night, I find out he's been talking to this other girl. I mean, I knew he'd been talking to her a lot, but I figured they were just friends. No big deal. I mean, we're down here in Alabama, and she's up in Michigan. Except "she's moving down here soon, and something in his heart is telling him he needs to see what happens with her." Excuse me, but, what the <******** tells me how much of an awesome person I am, about how he loves everything about me, about how my family is awesome, about how he knows I'm really attracted to him, and how he's really attracted to me, too... but something about this Michigan girl just feels "right," even though "he doesn't know her all that well."
He takes the blame for leading me on. He acknowledges he shouldn't have been asking me to stay over. All that. Basically, I got the "it's not you, it's me" spiel.
And now they're constantly talking on Facebook. Like, exchanging super-flirty messages all the time. Y'know, if he were that into her, couldn't he have been doing this sooner? Maybe I would have gotten the hint. But no, he had to wait until he really hurt me to do that.
I promised myself I wouldn't get hurt. I told myself over and over again that we weren't "official," we weren't in an exclusive relationship, that he was a big flirt, and if he happened to find another girl... no big deal, I'd be prepared for it. But, you know, it still hurts. It hurts a lot.
Eventually, I'll get over it, and I'll get over him.
TL;DR
He screwed me over. I'm pissed. ******** him.
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