I was in a realtionship with a girl for four years from part of high school through a year of college. My senior year of high school, she was always freaking out about what was going to happen when I went off to college. I told her not to worry because I wasn't planning on breaking up we would just see how things went and go from there. This reassurance was never enough and she got more and more stressed and I was sick of it quickly. I wanted out of the relationship but I had no desire to hurt her so I just stayed with her hoping things would get better.
My first semester when I was away at college she got much worse, wanting to talk on the phone everyday and constantly worrying about our relationship. She was planning on coming to my college for the second semester, so I figured things would get better when she got there. I had alot of fun first semester making new friends and going to parties.
Second semester, she got there and the first week or two was great, my roomate decided not to come back for the semester, so I had a room to myself. Soon it turned into her just living in my room, only leaving to eat or go to class. She made no friends and I was miserable. I had no personal space and she never trusted me. Any chance she got to go through my computer or phone, she would pounce on immediately. Of course she would always find some conversation that I had with a girl and get furious about it. It was as if I was not allowed to talk to any other girl ever. If I wanted to hang out with my friends, she would get very irritated and sad. It seemed like the only activity she got any enjoyment out of was sex. I simply needed more out of the relationship than just satisfying her sexual urges every day. I tried taking her to the nicest restaraunt, and she acted dissatified and uninterested. I suggested activities she could get involved with, and she always just ignored them and continued with her destructive lifestyle. I ran out of energy and lost interest in trying to repaiir our relationship.
When the day came to move back home, I was ecstatic that I was finally going to get some alone time. It turned out I couldn't get enough of time separated from her. I just hoped she would lose interest in me and break up with me if I ignored her part of the time. This seemed like it would undoubtably be the easiest way for her to let go. One day she just showed up at my house with all my stuff to break up with me and I found out that I was horribly wrong. She was incoherently distraught and it was worse that I was already emotionally gone and didn't show any signs of caring.
About a week later, my house started to literally feel like it was suffocating me. I was extremely anxious all the time for months and it was much worse when we would talk, her wanting to get back together. Every few weeks I would give in a little and let her sleep with me.
This continued when we got back to college when I had my own apartment with friends. I told her to get a boyfriend and just move on. She did get a boyfriend. Now nine months after the break up, I am just overwhelmingly lonely all the time. I'm not unattractive or extremely awkward, I seem to have lost the ability to feel anything for anyone else. Also during the years of my relationship, it seems like I no longer know how to begin to form new romantic relationships with girls.
I often just think about my ex girlfriend and wish I would have just stayed in the relationship as ridiculous as that is. I really don't know what to do. I hate the loneliness of not having anyone who wants to spend time with me. I hate sleeping without the love of a partner beside me any night. What do I do? I am not desperate for whatever I can get, but I do desperately need to feel the connection again.
My first semester when I was away at college she got much worse, wanting to talk on the phone everyday and constantly worrying about our relationship. She was planning on coming to my college for the second semester, so I figured things would get better when she got there. I had alot of fun first semester making new friends and going to parties.
Second semester, she got there and the first week or two was great, my roomate decided not to come back for the semester, so I had a room to myself. Soon it turned into her just living in my room, only leaving to eat or go to class. She made no friends and I was miserable. I had no personal space and she never trusted me. Any chance she got to go through my computer or phone, she would pounce on immediately. Of course she would always find some conversation that I had with a girl and get furious about it. It was as if I was not allowed to talk to any other girl ever. If I wanted to hang out with my friends, she would get very irritated and sad. It seemed like the only activity she got any enjoyment out of was sex. I simply needed more out of the relationship than just satisfying her sexual urges every day. I tried taking her to the nicest restaraunt, and she acted dissatified and uninterested. I suggested activities she could get involved with, and she always just ignored them and continued with her destructive lifestyle. I ran out of energy and lost interest in trying to repaiir our relationship.
When the day came to move back home, I was ecstatic that I was finally going to get some alone time. It turned out I couldn't get enough of time separated from her. I just hoped she would lose interest in me and break up with me if I ignored her part of the time. This seemed like it would undoubtably be the easiest way for her to let go. One day she just showed up at my house with all my stuff to break up with me and I found out that I was horribly wrong. She was incoherently distraught and it was worse that I was already emotionally gone and didn't show any signs of caring.
About a week later, my house started to literally feel like it was suffocating me. I was extremely anxious all the time for months and it was much worse when we would talk, her wanting to get back together. Every few weeks I would give in a little and let her sleep with me.
This continued when we got back to college when I had my own apartment with friends. I told her to get a boyfriend and just move on. She did get a boyfriend. Now nine months after the break up, I am just overwhelmingly lonely all the time. I'm not unattractive or extremely awkward, I seem to have lost the ability to feel anything for anyone else. Also during the years of my relationship, it seems like I no longer know how to begin to form new romantic relationships with girls.
I often just think about my ex girlfriend and wish I would have just stayed in the relationship as ridiculous as that is. I really don't know what to do. I hate the loneliness of not having anyone who wants to spend time with me. I hate sleeping without the love of a partner beside me any night. What do I do? I am not desperate for whatever I can get, but I do desperately need to feel the connection again.
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you wont be able to move on until you are over your ex! try dealing with this and becoming a stronger person as an individual, then maybe try and find some else. just enjoy ursel for the time being. break ups are hard but mending is tougher.
claire18 Mar 29, 2011

