So, after doing long distance for three years, myself and my boyfriend decided we wanted to give our relationship a real chance. So I moved to London away from my family and friends. It was good for a while, I was enjoying my job I already had friends here and me and my boyfriend were happy (i thought) So he got a new job and he started acting a bit weird. I didn’t think much of it i thought he was stressed. He would go out all night and never be in contact. I used to wait up checking my phone to see if he had been in touch. Needless to say a lot of sleepless nights and anxiety. This was so unlike me.
After my brother got married and shortly after my cousin also, people at the wedding would joke and say ‘Oh its you two next!’
So our holiday was coming up (our first one together) and just before this he came into my work and said he felt weird about people joking about us getting married and that he never wanted to get married. GOOD SHOUT because i never said anything about marriage…. Although eventually i did i knew in the back of my mind it wouldn’t be him.
The holiday- He didn’t want to do anything except read his book (that I bought him) he didn’t want to go to the beach and didn’t want to have sex. ALARM BELLS (well, you’d think so but I was just pretending everything was fine)
So we got back to London after a mediocre holiday. He stopped speaking to me, we broke up over the phone because I refused to meet up with him because i Knew what was coming. Heres the best bullshit cowardly cop out of a break up you will ever hear:
Him: ‘remember that time you asked me if I wanted to sort things out between us’
Me: “yeh’
Him: “Well…. I don’t think that I do”
Him: “I want us to be friends take as long as you need”
Que long pause and then me going into a rage black out of telling him how he needs to grow up, grow some balls, be a man, stop being a little bitch etc etc etc
The aftermath: I cried for THREE minutes. Thats it. and after that a few drunken cries.
Two week later: I see him on the underground with another girl.
BINGO
.. He clocked me and ran away.
A few weeks later: Saw him AGAIN in central and one of our stupid drunken friends run up to him (not knowing who he was) and told him I fancied him…. Probably the worst thing that could of happened but hey ho.
Now after putting up with his bull shit for three years (being late for family weddings, missing my birthdays because of ‘work’ making me feel worthless majority of the time) It’s taken me about six months to finally look back and go WOW you really did that. But when you put someone on a pedistool and believe that they are ‘the one’ of course you are going to put up with their shit.
He was my best friend we did everything together. And then I never saw him again – He never got in touch and neither did I. I never got an explanation for why he wanted it to end and I don’t think I ever will.
To be honest i don’t want to know.
My life is sooo much better without him i’ve made time for me. My social life is so much better i’ve got no one to worry about all night long and I’ve met a guy that isn’t a complete self absorbed prick. I’ve made small changes like my exercise routine, skin regime, I took up meditation and really tried to ‘find myself’
So girls, this is our time to say fuck you to those time wasting arseholes that think they can do what they want! If you are just tolerating your boyfriend GET OUT if he starts acting differently around you GET OUT don’t waste three years of your life like I did.
:D XXX
