We dated for three and a half years. We had been together since I was sixteen years old, and for three and a half years I was completely convinced that I would marry him someday. His family was head-over-heels in love with me (they still are, actually). His relatives offered to loan him money at different points in our relationship so he could buy me an engagement ring.
I stuck with him through everything. He was verbally abusive and far too capable of making me feel like the most worthless waste of flesh to walk the planet. He was very, very conservative, and about two years into the relationship, he suggested we stopped kissing each other because he was afraid we would go “too far” before we got married. (In other words, I had a boyfriend whom I couldn’t kiss, and who wouldn’t hold my hand in public or even introduce me as his girlfriend to any of his friends)
Anyway, he started to ignore me about six months before we broke up, and he lied to me, telling me he couldn’t hang out with me because he was doing homework. He dropped out of school and got a job, and he still “couldn’t hang out” more than once a month. I put up with it. I had decided I would marry him, and he was worth it.
In January of this year (2012), he texted me and asked me if we could hang out one night (which was completely out of character for him at this point), and of course I agreed. When he came over to my college dorm, it was to break up with me by telling me he was leaving me for the girl he had cheated on me with. He had known her for about a month, and they had been together for about three weeks. He had promised me marriage for three and a half years. And he left me for a girl he had hardly known for a month.
It’s okay though. His best friend became my best friend, and I ended up getting together with him instead. This one treats me like royalty, and he is the sweetest person I’ve ever, ever met.
Break-Up Phase: (what's this?)