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Semi long post, so if you don't want to read something lengthy, please don't post tl;dr. I'm spilling my heart out here, so that's the last thing I want to see, haha. I don't think it's that bad of a read, and honestly.. it's a pretty fucked up story, in my opinion. Chances are, this story might make you feel better about your relationship/romantic life.
Even if you don't want to feel better, if you're bored, please read this. Any advice I can get is better than nothing, I'm going crazy here. I've tried talking to people in real life, but that just seems to make things worse.
Edit: Okay, this is a novel, no way anyone wants to read this shit. If you want the tl;dr version, skip to where it says "START READING HERE" in bold. Or for an even shorter tl;dr, go to where it says "SPARK NOTES".
Anyways, to simplify things, let me name the people involved in this story.
The girl I'm with right now is named Ashlie. The girl I'm trying to forget is named Kayla.
Alright, so where to start?.. Ashlie and I dated for about 2-3 years. We had a decent relationship, I guess. It was one of those off and on things. We used to get into silly arguments, and her solution to an argument was breaking up with me for a few hours/days. About a year and a half ago (Summer of 2009), she broke up with me and told me that she doesn't love me, never did (throughout our relationship), and never will. She then made plans to move halfway across the country.
After being depressed for what felt like an eternity, I started to move on. I started talking to other girls, followed the age old advice of "Get laid, it'll make you feel better". After one rebound relationship, and hooking up with multiple chicks, I felt much better, I was ready to let her go. Then, out of the blue, she knocks on my door, and tells me she's not moving anymore, realized she was wrong, and wants to get back together.
At that point, I should have slammed the door shut in her face, and kindly instructed her to go to hell. But no, being the idiot I am (you'll notice, this is a common trend in my life), accepted her back with arms wide open. Everything is fine for a few months, yay happy. So I leave town in December to visit family for Christmas (my family lives about 4 hours away). On December 23rd (I remember the exact date, because it was at night, literally the night before Christmas Eve), she calls me and reiterates what she told me before (never loved me, never will, etc), and breaks up with me.
Now, I'm absolutely gutted. I never expected her to do this again. For God's sake, we had plans to get married. I had even picked out and bought a ring (Thankfully it wasn't very expensive). I had a date planned, and knew exactly how I was going to propose to her. She told me countless times how she can't wait to spend the rest of her life with me, and things like that. The absolute last thing I expected was for her to pull this stunt again. However, in the end, I only have myself to blame for this, as I'm the one that took her back.
When I got back in town, I took all my stuff from her place, and tried to start the process of moving on. We didn't really talk, and as much as I shouldn't have been, I kept on having sex with her, several times a week. This continued until the middle of February. At the same time, I was talking to another girl, Kayla (Just talking, we hadn't gone on a single date yet, or else I wouldn't be having sex with my ex, I don't think that's right). I stopped having sex with my ex (Ashlie) halfway through February, around the 16th or so. 11 days later, on the 27th of February, I started dating Kayla.
To be honest, I was kicking myself for not asking her out earlier, as I really liked her. She had a great personality, we had a ton of things in common, and she's absolutely beautiful. Truth is, I was probably scared of getting close to someone else, after what Ashlie did to me. My heart was still in pretty bad shape, and I took a gamble on Kayla.
The reward was definitely worth the risk. I'm not going to go into incredible detail about our relationship, because I'll sound like a nostalgic fool, but let me just say it was amazing. It wasn't perfect, not at all. It had it's ups and downs, it's highs and lows; sometimes it was great, sometimes it was bad. But honestly, who has a "perfect" relationship?
Nobody ever has a relationship without any bumps in the road. Sometimes the bumps are tiny, and other times they're massive ditches in the middle of the road. What matters is that you make it through those bumps. That's what our relationship was. No matter what happened, the way we felt for each other never changed.
I loved spending time with her. I know people say that all the time, but I truly loved spending time with her. I could do anything with her, and have fun; as long as she was around, I didn't care what we did. I used to find myself staring at her all the time. We'd be driving down the road, I would look out the passenger side window, catch a glance of her, and think "Wow, she's beautiful". I thought she was drop dead gorgeous the moment I saw her, and that feeling never changed. She was naturally beautiful, never needed a hint of makeup. In fact, to me, she looked the most beautiful right when she woke up in the morning.
A lot of people ask "What is love?". Well, in my opinion, this is what love was.
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Let me set the record straight, I've NEVER felt this way about anyone else. No other girl I've dated, talked to, or hooked up with has made me feel half of what she made me feel. The good news? I now know what love feels like, at least to me. The bad news? I threw it away like an idiot.
Flash forward to the Summer of 2010 (August, to be exact). Kayla and I had been dating for almost half a year now. Things were going great. We had moved in together, and both had decent paying jobs ($9 an hour, which is great for college students), albeit stressful, but I can't complain about that. This is the beginning of the end, where it all goes downhill.
Ashlie calls me, and gives me the worst news possible. She tells me that she's 6 months pregnant, and it's mine. The supposed date of conception was February 12th, which really would mean it was mine (I checked my bank statements, and hers, and we were together that day). She told me she wanted to get back together, and raise the baby.
I know it sounds fishy, that she only found out 6 months later, but that part I believed, and still do. She has endometriosis (plus a cyst on her ovary), so her periods were incredibly irregular. At one point, she went 4+ months without a period, so that's nothing strange for her.
At first, I thought "No?". There was no way in hell I was going to get back together with the person that told me they'll never love me not only once, but twice. The same person that broke up with me at least 15 times. Why would I leave near-perfection to settle for mediocrity?
I told Kayla about it the instant Ashlie told me, and she said that it was a tough situation, and she would support any decision I would make. At the time, my decision was already made, there was no way I was going to get back together with Ashlie.
However, it seems as if Ashlie was determined for the exact opposite to happen. She routinely played mind games with me, and texted me telling me why I should get back together with her. Or how I shouldn't neglect my baby. She sent me a list of pros and cons of getting back together with her, except she conveniently (and purposefully) left out the cons, and just sent me a huge list of positive things, yet nothing bad.
She even went so far as to bring up my dad. You see, my dad abandoned his family when I was young, and was never around. I don't need to go into specifics, as I'm sure you all know the damage that causes. The last time I saw my dad was highschool graduation, 3 years ago, if that goes to show you anything. Even then, it was for 5 minutes. After seeing the pain that my dad brought to my mom, my sister, and I, I vowed that I would be nothing like him, and never do a tenth of what he did.
Knowing that, she used that against me. She told me that if I neglected the baby, I would be just like my dad. In fact, she said I'd be even worse, because at least he tried. (I was born out of wedlock, my dad told my mom he wanted to be together and raise a child, but decided to bail 10 years later). Her words cut like daggers, straight to my heart.
Eventually, I caved in, and made the stupidest mistake of my life. I told her that I want to be there for the baby, and that I would breakup with Kayla. I decided this about a month before I broke up with her. You know that saying "You never know what you have, until it's gone"? It's true, a million times over.
After I decided to be with Ashlie, I didn't feel sadness. I interpreted that as my heart telling me it was the right move, and that I wouldn't miss Kayla, and I had a beautiful baby girl on the way. Truth is, I wasn't missing her because I WAS with her. Her face was the first and last thing I saw every day, why would I miss her?
Once again, I wasn't smart enough to think of that at the time; as they say, hindsight is 20/20. My deadline for breaking up with her was October 24th. I finally started feeling it the last week (October 17th-24th). I cried that entire week, pretty much. I know it's manly to say "I never cry", but I'll be the first to admit that I do cry. At that point, I had cried twice before in my life (When my grandfather, who was pretty much my dad, passed away, and when Ash first left me in the summer of '09).
So I guess the fact that I'm crying for a whole week straight should have tipped me off to how bad of an idea this was, but it didn't. On October 24th, 2010, I made the worst mistake of my life. I told Kayla that as much as I love her, and want to be with her, I couldn't abandon my child, and didn't want her to grow up without a dad.
Her reaction makes me want to crawl into a hole and die, even to this day. Fighting back tears, she just said "Okay". I know it took her by shock, and was the last thing she was expecting. I'm never gonna forget our last moments together. She just looked me straight in the eyes, this time not holding back tears, said "Goodbye, I hope you have a good life", as we hugged. I'm never going to forget her walking away, and what I felt.
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The weeks/months that followed were, no lie, the worst of my life. I have never, ever felt so depressed before. Nothing could take the pain away, not even getting drunk/high. I had no motivation to do anything, talk to anyone, or even live, for that matter. Obviously, I wasn't going to commit suicide, that's the coward's way out, but my main motivation for getting up in the morning was gone; I watched her walk away and did nothing to stop it. Long story short, I don't wish the pain I felt on ANYONE, even my worst enemies. It's absolutely awful, nothing like I've ever felt before. I've had friends and family pass away before, but this felt worse. I guess it's because I was to blame, and nobody else, so that compounded the problem.
This story is bad enough, right? Well, don't worry, it gets worse. You know the baby that was supposed to be mine? Instead of being born in early December, as she should have been, she was born on January 12th. I was incredibly suspicious of this date, and demanded we get a paternity test after the babe was born. We did, about a month ago. Two weeks ago, the test came in, and lo and behold.. I'm as much related to the baby as I am to Elvis. In other words, it's not my child.
I basically gave up the best relationship I've ever had, to be there for my "child". Now, I find out that was all for nothing? That if I had "been like my dad", I would be incredibly happy (and relieved) right now? Can you imagine the magnitude of news like that? I'm still, to this day, partly in shock.
What's my problem? I can't, for the life of me, get Kayla out of my mind. I literally can't go an entire hour without thinking of her. Normally, in a relationship, that's a great sign. But when you've broken up with that person, and there's a slim to none chance of getting back with her, that's an awful thing.
I'm haunted by her memory everywhere I go. Every place I go to in my city is attached to a memory of her. The bank, grocery store, Walmart, dollar store, mall, etc. She's left her fingerprint on all these places, and I can't help but focus on it when I'm there.
People say that time heals all wounds, and I partly agree. However, in this situation, time is taking its sweet ass time. It's been almost 4 months since I broke up with her, and the pain is just as intense and chilling as it was the day afterward. I mean, I can now hide it, and be a normal functioning human being, but deep down inside I feel none of the emotions I display. The only emotion I feel is intense regret and sadness/depression. If anyone has the show Dexter, that's what I feel like. I have to fake basic human emotions just to get by.
Want to know the kicker? I don't even love Ashlie. I like her. I think she's a fun person to be around, and we'd be great friends if we weren't dating. But I know, deep down inside, that I don't love her. I might have loved her a long time ago, but she's completely destroyed everything I felt. As much as I feel that way, I'm still with her. I can't tell you exactly why. Maybe part of me figures if I gave everything up to be with her, I shouldn't break up with her so soon. Or maybe I feel bad? Maybe there's still a bit of hope inside that makes me think the baby is mine? I don't know, your guess is as good as mine.
I know what you're thinking. If I still, to this day, feel this way about Kayla, then why not get back together with her? Problem is, that bridge has been burned; maybe burned isn't the best term, let's say it's been nuked and incinerated. Not only does she hate me for the pain that I caused from my stupidity, but her entire family despises me as well. Not to mention, she has a boyfriend now. And from reading her Facebook statuses, she seems like she's very happy with him (I deleted my Facebook after we broke up, and sometimes when I'm drunk/high at the computer, I'll reactivate it just to see how she's doing, which is never a good idea, always ends up bringing me more pain).
Every day I resist the urge to contact her. Thankfully, I haven't yet, for multiple reasons. I'm afraid of her either ignoring my message, or replying with a hurtful, noxious answer (which she would have every single right to). Or I'm afraid that talking to her again will bring up more pain for both of us. I still haven't even started to forgive myself for the pain and sorrow I put her through, so the last thing I want to do is bring more. I think, mostly, deep down inside I'm afraid of contacting her, and us not really having much to talk about, and me having used up my one "talk to an ex without sounding like a stalker" card up. To be honest though, I don't think for her sake I should even consider ever talking to her, shouldn't I?
So my question is.. What in the world do I do? I know that in time, this feeling will go away, but I can't continue living like this. Everyday is a chore, trying to be happy is an exercise in futility. I can remember the last time I was happy, just as it was yesterday - October 15th. That is, honestly, the last time that I was truly happy, and didn't feel like shit. By no coincidence, that was when Kayla and I were still together.
So, tis is my plea for help..
Even if you don't want to feel better, if you're bored, please read this. Any advice I can get is better than nothing, I'm going crazy here. I've tried talking to people in real life, but that just seems to make things worse.
Edit: Okay, this is a novel, no way anyone wants to read this shit. If you want the tl;dr version, skip to where it says "START READING HERE" in bold. Or for an even shorter tl;dr, go to where it says "SPARK NOTES".
Anyways, to simplify things, let me name the people involved in this story.
The girl I'm with right now is named Ashlie. The girl I'm trying to forget is named Kayla.
Alright, so where to start?.. Ashlie and I dated for about 2-3 years. We had a decent relationship, I guess. It was one of those off and on things. We used to get into silly arguments, and her solution to an argument was breaking up with me for a few hours/days. About a year and a half ago (Summer of 2009), she broke up with me and told me that she doesn't love me, never did (throughout our relationship), and never will. She then made plans to move halfway across the country.
After being depressed for what felt like an eternity, I started to move on. I started talking to other girls, followed the age old advice of "Get laid, it'll make you feel better". After one rebound relationship, and hooking up with multiple chicks, I felt much better, I was ready to let her go. Then, out of the blue, she knocks on my door, and tells me she's not moving anymore, realized she was wrong, and wants to get back together.
At that point, I should have slammed the door shut in her face, and kindly instructed her to go to hell. But no, being the idiot I am (you'll notice, this is a common trend in my life), accepted her back with arms wide open. Everything is fine for a few months, yay happy. So I leave town in December to visit family for Christmas (my family lives about 4 hours away). On December 23rd (I remember the exact date, because it was at night, literally the night before Christmas Eve), she calls me and reiterates what she told me before (never loved me, never will, etc), and breaks up with me.
Now, I'm absolutely gutted. I never expected her to do this again. For God's sake, we had plans to get married. I had even picked out and bought a ring (Thankfully it wasn't very expensive). I had a date planned, and knew exactly how I was going to propose to her. She told me countless times how she can't wait to spend the rest of her life with me, and things like that. The absolute last thing I expected was for her to pull this stunt again. However, in the end, I only have myself to blame for this, as I'm the one that took her back.
When I got back in town, I took all my stuff from her place, and tried to start the process of moving on. We didn't really talk, and as much as I shouldn't have been, I kept on having sex with her, several times a week. This continued until the middle of February. At the same time, I was talking to another girl, Kayla (Just talking, we hadn't gone on a single date yet, or else I wouldn't be having sex with my ex, I don't think that's right). I stopped having sex with my ex (Ashlie) halfway through February, around the 16th or so. 11 days later, on the 27th of February, I started dating Kayla.
To be honest, I was kicking myself for not asking her out earlier, as I really liked her. She had a great personality, we had a ton of things in common, and she's absolutely beautiful. Truth is, I was probably scared of getting close to someone else, after what Ashlie did to me. My heart was still in pretty bad shape, and I took a gamble on Kayla.
The reward was definitely worth the risk. I'm not going to go into incredible detail about our relationship, because I'll sound like a nostalgic fool, but let me just say it was amazing. It wasn't perfect, not at all. It had it's ups and downs, it's highs and lows; sometimes it was great, sometimes it was bad. But honestly, who has a "perfect" relationship?
Nobody ever has a relationship without any bumps in the road. Sometimes the bumps are tiny, and other times they're massive ditches in the middle of the road. What matters is that you make it through those bumps. That's what our relationship was. No matter what happened, the way we felt for each other never changed.
I loved spending time with her. I know people say that all the time, but I truly loved spending time with her. I could do anything with her, and have fun; as long as she was around, I didn't care what we did. I used to find myself staring at her all the time. We'd be driving down the road, I would look out the passenger side window, catch a glance of her, and think "Wow, she's beautiful". I thought she was drop dead gorgeous the moment I saw her, and that feeling never changed. She was naturally beautiful, never needed a hint of makeup. In fact, to me, she looked the most beautiful right when she woke up in the morning.
A lot of people ask "What is love?". Well, in my opinion, this is what love was.
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Let me set the record straight, I've NEVER felt this way about anyone else. No other girl I've dated, talked to, or hooked up with has made me feel half of what she made me feel. The good news? I now know what love feels like, at least to me. The bad news? I threw it away like an idiot.
Flash forward to the Summer of 2010 (August, to be exact). Kayla and I had been dating for almost half a year now. Things were going great. We had moved in together, and both had decent paying jobs ($9 an hour, which is great for college students), albeit stressful, but I can't complain about that. This is the beginning of the end, where it all goes downhill.
Ashlie calls me, and gives me the worst news possible. She tells me that she's 6 months pregnant, and it's mine. The supposed date of conception was February 12th, which really would mean it was mine (I checked my bank statements, and hers, and we were together that day). She told me she wanted to get back together, and raise the baby.
I know it sounds fishy, that she only found out 6 months later, but that part I believed, and still do. She has endometriosis (plus a cyst on her ovary), so her periods were incredibly irregular. At one point, she went 4+ months without a period, so that's nothing strange for her.
At first, I thought "No?". There was no way in hell I was going to get back together with the person that told me they'll never love me not only once, but twice. The same person that broke up with me at least 15 times. Why would I leave near-perfection to settle for mediocrity?
I told Kayla about it the instant Ashlie told me, and she said that it was a tough situation, and she would support any decision I would make. At the time, my decision was already made, there was no way I was going to get back together with Ashlie.
However, it seems as if Ashlie was determined for the exact opposite to happen. She routinely played mind games with me, and texted me telling me why I should get back together with her. Or how I shouldn't neglect my baby. She sent me a list of pros and cons of getting back together with her, except she conveniently (and purposefully) left out the cons, and just sent me a huge list of positive things, yet nothing bad.
She even went so far as to bring up my dad. You see, my dad abandoned his family when I was young, and was never around. I don't need to go into specifics, as I'm sure you all know the damage that causes. The last time I saw my dad was highschool graduation, 3 years ago, if that goes to show you anything. Even then, it was for 5 minutes. After seeing the pain that my dad brought to my mom, my sister, and I, I vowed that I would be nothing like him, and never do a tenth of what he did.
Knowing that, she used that against me. She told me that if I neglected the baby, I would be just like my dad. In fact, she said I'd be even worse, because at least he tried. (I was born out of wedlock, my dad told my mom he wanted to be together and raise a child, but decided to bail 10 years later). Her words cut like daggers, straight to my heart.
Eventually, I caved in, and made the stupidest mistake of my life. I told her that I want to be there for the baby, and that I would breakup with Kayla. I decided this about a month before I broke up with her. You know that saying "You never know what you have, until it's gone"? It's true, a million times over.
After I decided to be with Ashlie, I didn't feel sadness. I interpreted that as my heart telling me it was the right move, and that I wouldn't miss Kayla, and I had a beautiful baby girl on the way. Truth is, I wasn't missing her because I WAS with her. Her face was the first and last thing I saw every day, why would I miss her?
Once again, I wasn't smart enough to think of that at the time; as they say, hindsight is 20/20. My deadline for breaking up with her was October 24th. I finally started feeling it the last week (October 17th-24th). I cried that entire week, pretty much. I know it's manly to say "I never cry", but I'll be the first to admit that I do cry. At that point, I had cried twice before in my life (When my grandfather, who was pretty much my dad, passed away, and when Ash first left me in the summer of '09).
So I guess the fact that I'm crying for a whole week straight should have tipped me off to how bad of an idea this was, but it didn't. On October 24th, 2010, I made the worst mistake of my life. I told Kayla that as much as I love her, and want to be with her, I couldn't abandon my child, and didn't want her to grow up without a dad.
Her reaction makes me want to crawl into a hole and die, even to this day. Fighting back tears, she just said "Okay". I know it took her by shock, and was the last thing she was expecting. I'm never gonna forget our last moments together. She just looked me straight in the eyes, this time not holding back tears, said "Goodbye, I hope you have a good life", as we hugged. I'm never going to forget her walking away, and what I felt.
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The weeks/months that followed were, no lie, the worst of my life. I have never, ever felt so depressed before. Nothing could take the pain away, not even getting drunk/high. I had no motivation to do anything, talk to anyone, or even live, for that matter. Obviously, I wasn't going to commit suicide, that's the coward's way out, but my main motivation for getting up in the morning was gone; I watched her walk away and did nothing to stop it. Long story short, I don't wish the pain I felt on ANYONE, even my worst enemies. It's absolutely awful, nothing like I've ever felt before. I've had friends and family pass away before, but this felt worse. I guess it's because I was to blame, and nobody else, so that compounded the problem.
This story is bad enough, right? Well, don't worry, it gets worse. You know the baby that was supposed to be mine? Instead of being born in early December, as she should have been, she was born on January 12th. I was incredibly suspicious of this date, and demanded we get a paternity test after the babe was born. We did, about a month ago. Two weeks ago, the test came in, and lo and behold.. I'm as much related to the baby as I am to Elvis. In other words, it's not my child.
I basically gave up the best relationship I've ever had, to be there for my "child". Now, I find out that was all for nothing? That if I had "been like my dad", I would be incredibly happy (and relieved) right now? Can you imagine the magnitude of news like that? I'm still, to this day, partly in shock.
What's my problem? I can't, for the life of me, get Kayla out of my mind. I literally can't go an entire hour without thinking of her. Normally, in a relationship, that's a great sign. But when you've broken up with that person, and there's a slim to none chance of getting back with her, that's an awful thing.
I'm haunted by her memory everywhere I go. Every place I go to in my city is attached to a memory of her. The bank, grocery store, Walmart, dollar store, mall, etc. She's left her fingerprint on all these places, and I can't help but focus on it when I'm there.
People say that time heals all wounds, and I partly agree. However, in this situation, time is taking its sweet ass time. It's been almost 4 months since I broke up with her, and the pain is just as intense and chilling as it was the day afterward. I mean, I can now hide it, and be a normal functioning human being, but deep down inside I feel none of the emotions I display. The only emotion I feel is intense regret and sadness/depression. If anyone has the show Dexter, that's what I feel like. I have to fake basic human emotions just to get by.
Want to know the kicker? I don't even love Ashlie. I like her. I think she's a fun person to be around, and we'd be great friends if we weren't dating. But I know, deep down inside, that I don't love her. I might have loved her a long time ago, but she's completely destroyed everything I felt. As much as I feel that way, I'm still with her. I can't tell you exactly why. Maybe part of me figures if I gave everything up to be with her, I shouldn't break up with her so soon. Or maybe I feel bad? Maybe there's still a bit of hope inside that makes me think the baby is mine? I don't know, your guess is as good as mine.
I know what you're thinking. If I still, to this day, feel this way about Kayla, then why not get back together with her? Problem is, that bridge has been burned; maybe burned isn't the best term, let's say it's been nuked and incinerated. Not only does she hate me for the pain that I caused from my stupidity, but her entire family despises me as well. Not to mention, she has a boyfriend now. And from reading her Facebook statuses, she seems like she's very happy with him (I deleted my Facebook after we broke up, and sometimes when I'm drunk/high at the computer, I'll reactivate it just to see how she's doing, which is never a good idea, always ends up bringing me more pain).
Every day I resist the urge to contact her. Thankfully, I haven't yet, for multiple reasons. I'm afraid of her either ignoring my message, or replying with a hurtful, noxious answer (which she would have every single right to). Or I'm afraid that talking to her again will bring up more pain for both of us. I still haven't even started to forgive myself for the pain and sorrow I put her through, so the last thing I want to do is bring more. I think, mostly, deep down inside I'm afraid of contacting her, and us not really having much to talk about, and me having used up my one "talk to an ex without sounding like a stalker" card up. To be honest though, I don't think for her sake I should even consider ever talking to her, shouldn't I?
So my question is.. What in the world do I do? I know that in time, this feeling will go away, but I can't continue living like this. Everyday is a chore, trying to be happy is an exercise in futility. I can remember the last time I was happy, just as it was yesterday - October 15th. That is, honestly, the last time that I was truly happy, and didn't feel like shit. By no coincidence, that was when Kayla and I were still together.
So, tis is my plea for help..







