Ugh. Fucking ex-girlfriend. So, I've been trying not to write this post for some time, but I think it's about time for me to come clean.
I had been seeing this girl for over four years, all throughout college. In my mind, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect, and I loved her with every fiber of my being. I was going to ask her to marry me in May, after we both graduated. We had dreamed of going to graduate school together. We had names for kids. We had a life built up together, and I was unbelievably happy. Foolish, I suppose, but happy. Most of my friends did not really like her. They thought she was too controlling and jealous. And she was very, very jealous.
So, when it came time to enact these plans, such as applying to graduate school, she just didn't do anything. I asked her if she was scared, if she really wanted to do this. And she kept telling me it was. But, finally, she just didn't do any work on application or anything. I was pretty upset, watching the plans we had made together, the sacrifices I had personally made, all going to waste. Finally, she just broke up with me. For no reason. I still don't even know why, and no one knows either. She just gave up after four years.
Well, after we broke up I was in pretty bad shape. It's good to have friends who will take care of you and tell you when you're being completely stupid. She "found" a new boyfriend within a few weeks after our breakup. She told me how it was just to have sex with him. (which was pretty painful, being that she was my first and only for over four years). She told me that she was hoping that we might be able to get back together some time in the future.
I found out that she had been cheating on me (from different independent sources). Not just near the end, but for quite awhile. For pretty much the whole thing.
Now, she says that not getting into graduate school was the best thing that ever happened to her. She "was not afraid of losing a dream, but of the uncertainty of the future." It's just good to see how much I mattered to her.
I'm not really angry. Melancholy, I suppose, but only when I think about it. But, not angry. I'd rather not be living a lie. I'm just surprised I was that bad a judge of character. I thought she was the "one."
you're not the one, but you're the only one who can make me feel like this
you're not the one, but you're the only one who can make me feel like shit
But, at the end of the day, Dave Grohl makes everything better.
I had been seeing this girl for over four years, all throughout college. In my mind, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect, and I loved her with every fiber of my being. I was going to ask her to marry me in May, after we both graduated. We had dreamed of going to graduate school together. We had names for kids. We had a life built up together, and I was unbelievably happy. Foolish, I suppose, but happy. Most of my friends did not really like her. They thought she was too controlling and jealous. And she was very, very jealous.
So, when it came time to enact these plans, such as applying to graduate school, she just didn't do anything. I asked her if she was scared, if she really wanted to do this. And she kept telling me it was. But, finally, she just didn't do any work on application or anything. I was pretty upset, watching the plans we had made together, the sacrifices I had personally made, all going to waste. Finally, she just broke up with me. For no reason. I still don't even know why, and no one knows either. She just gave up after four years.
Well, after we broke up I was in pretty bad shape. It's good to have friends who will take care of you and tell you when you're being completely stupid. She "found" a new boyfriend within a few weeks after our breakup. She told me how it was just to have sex with him. (which was pretty painful, being that she was my first and only for over four years). She told me that she was hoping that we might be able to get back together some time in the future.
I found out that she had been cheating on me (from different independent sources). Not just near the end, but for quite awhile. For pretty much the whole thing.
Now, she says that not getting into graduate school was the best thing that ever happened to her. She "was not afraid of losing a dream, but of the uncertainty of the future." It's just good to see how much I mattered to her.
I'm not really angry. Melancholy, I suppose, but only when I think about it. But, not angry. I'd rather not be living a lie. I'm just surprised I was that bad a judge of character. I thought she was the "one."
you're not the one, but you're the only one who can make me feel like this
you're not the one, but you're the only one who can make me feel like shit
But, at the end of the day, Dave Grohl makes everything better.