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On February 18 2013 12:26 SamsungStar wrote:Show nested quote +On February 18 2013 12:16 Xiphos wrote:On February 18 2013 11:59 SamsungStar wrote:On February 18 2013 11:48 Xiphos wrote:
"The problem is what comes AFTER charisma."
This really goes to how you sell yourself to the girl. Say that if you pulled out your best performance in the earlier stage with the girl. You can absolutely get laid within the first week with her with it but as I said many times in the thread is that you need to act attractive to her at all time w/o showing a single sign of weakness.
Most man would go do ballzy stuff to impress the lady at the beginning such as buying an expansive gifts and/or singing her a song, drawing her portrait, writting poetry/romantic letters. This all show you have great confidence to her and she likes you because of those but once you get into a relationship with her, its a whole another dimensional plays. If you really observe on what a women wants if you ask her "Hey which restaurant would you prefer? What kind of music do you like?" Her answer would usually be "I'm not sure.", "Oh any kind would be fine.". When she says those things that means she WANTS a man to make those decisions for her. They always want to be guided by a person of power.
What this infers is that after the spark that you manage to conjured up with splints, the decision making skills of your determines whether she will stick with you or not. Not saying that you need to keep her on a leash or anything because she will test out your dominance throughout the relation. By this factor, it really answers all question of when she wants you to open up, it really is a test for you to stay in control. But then again you need to look for specific patterns in your conversations. If she randomly goes up and bring up the topic that means she is testing you but however if thing starts to gradually develops to that point and she says it with genuineness, you probably need to comfort her on that.
Unfortunately it is usually man who cracks under those tests fail to truly please his ladyfriend. And of course over the lone term, this whole facade that you are keeping on gets harder and harder to keep up as your spirits and ressources gets drained up by her.
TLDR: Keep in mind the rule that the "best cards are the ones that you haven't played yet". So don't give her your best performance at contact but give yourselves time to accumulate more skills and banter for the sake that she won't cheat on you. I agree with what you're saying. I would also say that this just highlights how ludicrous female expectations are when a relationship, ideally speaking, should be a 50/50 partnership of mutual respect, support, and attraction. What you've described is nigh on parasitic and inhumane. A man should ALWAYS be at the top of his game, can't fail, flawless, blow her socks off, or else she'll take off for the next guy who's puffing out his chest and playing his best hand at the start to get her into bed. What in the hell happened to "stand by your man"? What happened to in sickness and in health? My god. I guess every time I roll over in bed and my gf's having a bad hair day, I should run out and fuck her hot friend. Or I should sleep with the girl working at the local starbucks when my gf's on her period. And she should be okay with this and understand. Because that's how the game is played. Yes, it is hard but it is hard to be man. The expectation for us is very high but it is also up to us to have high expectation for her in terms of looks. You have to constantly criticize her looks so that it is fair exchange. You have to say "Oh, I don't like this outfit on you, how about you try that one with the plaid patterns?". I personally think that this is a fairly even exchange between the two genders. But we do live in an American society where women not only want you to be this and that but also have outstanding physiques. Let me say this, ever since our primitive era, we were suppose to have a great strength, speed in order to survive against the savages but we evolved our intellect so that you no longer need such feats, that's why you see skinny guys/300 pounders getting the pussies they want because of their monetary prowess. But in an feminism society, the playing field have been blown off much more flat. Feminism means gender equality. While she request you to have the wealth necessary but also the raw beast body of yours then you should also post up the requirement for her to have a great job and good personality because let's face it, we'd fuck anyone with a spanking curve. So we notice that men need to be a superhero for women in order to be attracted. To maintain the gender balance, you need to bring not ONLY her outer physical flaws but also her personality, talents, and mannerism. This way it become a two way street where both of you guys keep a look for each other and simultaneously ameliorate one's flaws so that you two would become your own perfect version of yourselves. Think of it as this way, she will be your Lady MacBeth and you'd have to be her Stanley Kowalski. It will be a constant struggle between the couple. Yes, this is all true. But this only pertains to the dating phase. Once you put a ring on it, ALL of that shit about her looking good goes out the window. You can't divorce a woman in America for being fat or ugly (unfortunately). I can't tell you how many attractive girls I know who got married and made a mad dash for the dessert bar and proceeded to pack on the pounds like there's no tomorrow. Literally, I can think of seven girls off the top of my head who haven't changed their facebook profile pics in 5 years. Now that's not a very big sample size, but by all accounts I've heard this is not very uncommon. And what can the man do about it? Divorce her? Cue the lawyers, settlement money, garnered paychecks etc. And this is even for women who don't bear any children!! Dude, we get raped so hard nowadays. I just don't get why more men aren't up in arms about it. We're expected to be handsome, stylish, wealthy, cultured, supportive, romantic, caring, and absolute Casanovas in bed. And women are expected to do what? Are there even expectations put on a woman anymore? I can't remember the last time I saw an article with a headline like "What Women Should Do As Wives." But I see a thousand and one articles about the opposite. Not trying to be mean here, but yes, some women are not as demanding. And those women are either fat, ugly, absolutely terrible in the sack, or all three. A girl who is attractive, sexual, and well-educated demands an absolute god. Notice I didn't say she demands an attractive, sexual, and well-educated man. Because she doesn't. She demands MORE, much more.
Whats really fucked up is that if a man wants a divorce he loses half of his shit. Understandable to an extent imo.
If a woman fucks 10 random people gives you aids and then wants to leave you after giving her a kidney she stills takes half your shit.
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On February 18 2013 12:53 ControlMonkey wrote:Show nested quote +On February 18 2013 12:26 SamsungStar wrote:On February 18 2013 12:16 Xiphos wrote:On February 18 2013 11:59 SamsungStar wrote:On February 18 2013 11:48 Xiphos wrote:
"The problem is what comes AFTER charisma."
This really goes to how you sell yourself to the girl. Say that if you pulled out your best performance in the earlier stage with the girl. You can absolutely get laid within the first week with her with it but as I said many times in the thread is that you need to act attractive to her at all time w/o showing a single sign of weakness.
Most man would go do ballzy stuff to impress the lady at the beginning such as buying an expansive gifts and/or singing her a song, drawing her portrait, writting poetry/romantic letters. This all show you have great confidence to her and she likes you because of those but once you get into a relationship with her, its a whole another dimensional plays. If you really observe on what a women wants if you ask her "Hey which restaurant would you prefer? What kind of music do you like?" Her answer would usually be "I'm not sure.", "Oh any kind would be fine.". When she says those things that means she WANTS a man to make those decisions for her. They always want to be guided by a person of power.
What this infers is that after the spark that you manage to conjured up with splints, the decision making skills of your determines whether she will stick with you or not. Not saying that you need to keep her on a leash or anything because she will test out your dominance throughout the relation. By this factor, it really answers all question of when she wants you to open up, it really is a test for you to stay in control. But then again you need to look for specific patterns in your conversations. If she randomly goes up and bring up the topic that means she is testing you but however if thing starts to gradually develops to that point and she says it with genuineness, you probably need to comfort her on that.
Unfortunately it is usually man who cracks under those tests fail to truly please his ladyfriend. And of course over the lone term, this whole facade that you are keeping on gets harder and harder to keep up as your spirits and ressources gets drained up by her.
TLDR: Keep in mind the rule that the "best cards are the ones that you haven't played yet". So don't give her your best performance at contact but give yourselves time to accumulate more skills and banter for the sake that she won't cheat on you. I agree with what you're saying. I would also say that this just highlights how ludicrous female expectations are when a relationship, ideally speaking, should be a 50/50 partnership of mutual respect, support, and attraction. What you've described is nigh on parasitic and inhumane. A man should ALWAYS be at the top of his game, can't fail, flawless, blow her socks off, or else she'll take off for the next guy who's puffing out his chest and playing his best hand at the start to get her into bed. What in the hell happened to "stand by your man"? What happened to in sickness and in health? My god. I guess every time I roll over in bed and my gf's having a bad hair day, I should run out and fuck her hot friend. Or I should sleep with the girl working at the local starbucks when my gf's on her period. And she should be okay with this and understand. Because that's how the game is played. Yes, it is hard but it is hard to be man. The expectation for us is very high but it is also up to us to have high expectation for her in terms of looks. You have to constantly criticize her looks so that it is fair exchange. You have to say "Oh, I don't like this outfit on you, how about you try that one with the plaid patterns?". I personally think that this is a fairly even exchange between the two genders. But we do live in an American society where women not only want you to be this and that but also have outstanding physiques. Let me say this, ever since our primitive era, we were suppose to have a great strength, speed in order to survive against the savages but we evolved our intellect so that you no longer need such feats, that's why you see skinny guys/300 pounders getting the pussies they want because of their monetary prowess. But in an feminism society, the playing field have been blown off much more flat. Feminism means gender equality. While she request you to have the wealth necessary but also the raw beast body of yours then you should also post up the requirement for her to have a great job and good personality because let's face it, we'd fuck anyone with a spanking curve. So we notice that men need to be a superhero for women in order to be attracted. To maintain the gender balance, you need to bring not ONLY her outer physical flaws but also her personality, talents, and mannerism. This way it become a two way street where both of you guys keep a look for each other and simultaneously ameliorate one's flaws so that you two would become your own perfect version of yourselves. Think of it as this way, she will be your Lady MacBeth and you'd have to be her Stanley Kowalski. It will be a constant struggle between the couple. Yes, this is all true. But this only pertains to the dating phase. Once you put a ring on it, ALL of that shit about her looking good goes out the window. You can't divorce a woman in America for being fat or ugly (unfortunately). I can't tell you how many attractive girls I know who got married and made a mad dash for the dessert bar and proceeded to pack on the pounds like there's no tomorrow. Literally, I can think of seven girls off the top of my head who haven't changed their facebook profile pics in 5 years. Now that's not a very big sample size, but by all accounts I've heard this is not very uncommon. And what can the man do about it? Divorce her? Cue the lawyers, settlement money, garnered paychecks etc. And this is even for women who don't bear any children!! Dude, we get raped so hard nowadays. I just don't get why more men aren't up in arms about it. We're expected to be handsome, stylish, wealthy, cultured, supportive, romantic, caring, and absolute Casanovas in bed. And women are expected to do what? Are there even expectations put on a woman anymore? I can't remember the last time I saw an article with a headline like "What Women Should Do As Wives." But I see a thousand and one articles about the opposite. Not trying to be mean here, but yes, some women are not as demanding. And those women are either fat, ugly, absolutely terrible in the sack, or all three. A girl who is attractive, sexual, and well-educated demands an absolute god. Notice I didn't say she demands an attractive, sexual, and well-educated man. Because she doesn't. She demands MORE, much more. Samsung, you sound like a real catch. Any girl would be lucky to have you.
If you want to fuck over your own legal, economic, and reproductive rights in the future just to impress a girl, be my guest.
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To magicquaglor: Brutal, man. Sorry to hear it. And yes, this is the kind of emotional two-facedness I've come to expect from women. Also, whenever a woman you're dating mentions another man in specificity, no matter what she says, the fact she mentioned him is a giant red flag. I've heard similar stories time and time again. And every time the woman is talking about how much she dislikes the guy, mostly because she's trying to convince herself she's not interested. But she is. Very.
Also, notice what a class act the guy is. He saw you walking up so he slammed the door in her face. What a gallant. That lets you and her know that what they did was definitely for love.
The suicide card is so low, too. I've heard that one, I dno, like a million times? The minute you get aggressive and start asking the hard questions, she just folds up and cries about how she's going to end it all. I've gotten in arguments with ex-gfs, like years after dating, when there shouldn't be any emotional content or reason to get upset. I treat them like sisters more than anything and try to look out for them as a brother. Then when I give it to them on the real, like I tell them they're being a whore when they ask if it was whorish to fuck 4 guys in one week, 2 at the same time, they cry and say they are driving back from work and it's raining and they are going to drive off the rails because I'm being mean.
My mother used to do this too when I was a kid. ALL the time. We'd be coming home from school or some shit and she'd get mad at one of us and threaten to run us all off the edge of the highway. My response was to yank at the steering wheel to make good on her bluff. Then she'd smack me in the face and tell me I was fucking nuts. Me! Yes, I have a long and beautiful history of relationships with women. Don't get me wrong, there are nice things about them, but holy fuck. As a rule, I can't be around them for more than a few days at a time. I just get this massive throbbing in my head after the one in my pants has gone away that forces me to run screaming from the building while tearing my clothes off in the street.
Yeh i have heard that as soon as they mention another guy in the way you should be worried, people have shared similiar experiences. Ha i think he was afraid, to be honest violence wasnt really on my mind at the time, i was more in shock and extremely disapointed in her.
Later on i went through grief, rage, and all those emotions. There were times i wanted to go over there and confront him but at the end of the day, she isnt worth it, and neither is he.
He definetely preyed on her as she told him we were having issues, so he invites her around then comes onto her? She kept calling him a friend, and as i rightly pointed out friends dont do that...
The best outcome is she is out of my life now, and i found out now, not when i was married to her. I did not know him at all and he wasnt responsible for keeping my relationship healthy, she was.
The suicide one was very hard for me, as she told me initially if i told ANYONE she would do it from the shame/ guilt and all that. So for weeks i dealt with this alone and started having panic/ anxiety attacks. Finally i told my family and a few close friends and went from there to start healing myself.
We havent got alot of shared friends and she just told hers she went to a friends house and didnt call me and i flipped and broke up with her.... and thats what her parents beleive to.
A part of me wants them to know the truth but im trying to be the bigger man and not care.
EDIT: they arent even together either. He just used her (he has slept with 3 girls that work there) I cant understand how she was so stupid. I wanted to marry her, have kids, buy a house and all that. She tells me thats all she ever wanted to, and she loves me, and cant explain why she did it. And how much regret she has.
I will never understand people that can cheat, i actually have a concious and subconsciously pushed girls away when we were together, didn't give any opening to any inappropriate stuff. I assumed she would do the same! She couldnt have hurt me any more if she tried...
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Good ol' Shady. It's always nice to have another guy in the thread with some dirt under his fingernails. The bright-eyed bushy-tailed population is growing out of control. It makes no sense to marry a girl in America at present. As for me, I'm taking that girl to Taiwan if she wants to tie the knot. The laws there are much more favorable to men.
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^why marry in the first place. Kids are a pain to take care of in terms of finance. Jesus my 'rents just had a younger bro and believe me he eats like a pig and complains about it while already having a IPad while being about a quarter of my age plus he have many toys and they still have to pay for his transportation fees along with tuition fees for piano, drawing, and hockey clubs.
I honestly don't see what's wrong with just having a lot of sexual partners. Keep some of them as long term relationship, some as booty calls, and some just to share similar interests.
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On February 18 2013 10:10 pebble444 wrote:i Second this and add as bull.
I have to agree, this thread was good at the beginning but has turned into a "the opposite sex is the devil" thread.
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On February 18 2013 11:12 magicquaglor wrote:Hey all, First post but reading this thread got to me after my breakup and i would like to share. We were together for 3.5 years, engaged for 1.5 years with a wedding planned, everything booked with deposits. We were in love (or at least i was/ thought i was). We said I loved you every day, kissed and cuddled in bed every day, plus had sex regularly. She started at a new job about 8 months ago, casual retail job. Full of alot of younger (shes 25) girls that were going out getting drunk and sleeping with different guys. she started going out with them where i wasnt invited (girls nights) its about then i felt her getting distant. She told me about this guy that worked there that kept hitting on her but how disgusting he was and how she would only ever want me. One night we had a fight and the next day she went to work, left early, went to his house to "watch dvds" and they had sex 3 times. She confessed a week later after saying she loved me and was scared i would hate her. I should have left then and there but was in a bit of shock and stuck around while we tried to get out of the hole we were now in. She kept telling me she loved me and how sorry she was bla bla. I didnt know how to process it. One night at 10 pm she said she was going to a friends. Seemed suspicous. Followed her. Went to his house, they kissed at the door, i walked up and he saw me and slammed the door shut leaving her outside. We spoke alot, it was pretty much over. The next day i "Hides faces in shame" broke into her FB and found all these messages going back to when she cheated on me the first time to him. Massive sexting messages comparing my sexual performance to his, all these fantasies and things they want to do to each other. She was messaging him that whole month and then coming to bed to me. That is one thing i will never understand, how a person can do that. Lie for a month to someone after that long together. I wouldnt do it to my worst enemy. It has been really tough, she has moved out and is now seeing a pyschologist every week as she is very suicidal. I had a massive blow up at her a month going calling her alot of stuff and demanding answers and she started telling me how she wants to kill herself and all that. I said its best we have 0 contact from now on for both of us. Im terrified she will try to call me and i dont know whether to answer, while i hate her i dont want her to do anything stupid like that... If she really needs me to talk her down from a ledge or something and i dont, i would feel responsible. But as everyone keeps saying, i shouldnt give a shit about her now... its hard. I love and hate her at the same time. Hope this isnt to long for you guys to read! Tried to keep it factual 
If someone can hurt you like that they are just going to keep doing it over and over... i would guess most of the cheating stories are from girls who cheat over and over and over. In my experience there are a lot of girls who wouldn't cheat and then there are girls who end up cheating on most of their boy friends. There seems like there isn't a lot in between...
Pulling the suicide card is fucking pathetic though especially after all of that bullshit on facebook...
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Not sure if it was a breakup or not.
I was at a fancy japanese restraunt.
Some body builder dude flipped a table angrily. Chick across him just got up and left.
Waiters came over and kept telling him to just leave, but the dude was adamant and kept saying he'll pay for it.
Preeeeeeettty sure it was a break up.
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On February 18 2013 13:18 decemberscalm wrote:
Not sure if it was a breakup or not.
I was at a fancy japanese restraunt.
Some body builder dude flipped a table angrily. Chick across him just got up and left.
Waiters came over and kept telling him to just leave, but the dude was adamant and kept saying he'll pay for it.
Preeeeeeettty sure it was a break up.
I'll have to work this scene into something I write sooner or later. Thanks for the idea!
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On February 18 2013 13:02 SamsungStar wrote:
Good ol' Shady. It's always nice to have another guy in the thread with some dirt under his fingernails. The bright-eyed bushy-tailed population is growing out of control. It makes no sense to marry a girl in America at present. As for me, I'm taking that girl to Taiwan if she wants to tie the knot. The laws there are much more favorable to men.
Ha...
If you're already thinking about where to tie the knot with your missus... congrats!
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On February 18 2013 12:56 Shady Sands wrote:Show nested quote +On February 18 2013 12:53 ControlMonkey wrote:
Samsung, you sound like a real catch. Any girl would be lucky to have you. If you want to fuck over your own legal, economic, and reproductive rights in the future just to impress a girl, be my guest.
I don't really see the link here...
On February 18 2013 12:01 SamsungStar wrote:
It is definitely rough, but so is going to jail when you fall behind on child support. My whole problem with the huge bias towards women in terms of child custody and support is that if you go through the actual process of conceiving, gestating, delivering, and then raising a child, the man actually has very little choice in the matter.
Here we agree, but it's a tricky matter.
But after reading this thread, I wouldn't put the blame on divorce laws. I'd put the blame on mediocre couples. A good relationship will avoid most of these problems... if anything, because both partners can agree about the terms in advance, but also because there shouldn't be so much drama or backstabbing to begin with.
I haven't seen many couples getting screwed over, maybe I just live in an amazing environment.
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Enter my fucked up story:
So my first experience ever falling for a girl was when I was 16... I wasn't nerdy but I had some of the best grades in my year, wasn't awful at sports either, just didn't excel at them, look wise I'd say slightly above average but nothing special. So i meet this girl at the beginning of the year who's new to town and I just have "the love on first sight" kinda thing, and I had never experienced that before. She wasn't insanely beautiful or anything either but everytime she smilled it just sparked something in me that I couldn't explain and I just wanted to be with her. Fate, being as funny as it is, also decided that she was going to be in almost all my classes. In hindsight, I probably was the first guy that talked to her at the school. Anyway... moving on.
So the first few months of the school year pass everything is going great, we're really good friends at that point as well... Fate strikes again but this time in a terrible way: both of her parents die in a freak car accident during christmas break. School starts again and then she just turns into somewhat of a ball of hate from that point on, losing all her friends and people start looking at her as a weirdo. She deals a lot of painful emotional shit to me as well at this point but I just can't seem to bring myself to let her down and I keep trying and talking to her to see if I can help, like a good friend would right ?
So not too long after that I somehow manage to get to her and she realizes she's lost almost all her friends and that even after all of this I'm still the only one around... I don't want to stay around here too much but suffice to say we get together not long after this, being really grateful for all I've done and all of that... From that point on until the last two months of school, I'm basically in paradise, all is going well, my life is great... and best of all I finally someone with whom I feel like I can share anything... appearances then also indicate that seems to be mutual. Then shit starts hitting the fan...
So during that time we were dating she was doing well again and started getting more social, especially with the people that were considered to be the "populars". Now, the popular people from the year I was in were kind of fucked up, and I had heard stories about the weird "games" and notion of fun they had but had never really payed attention to it, and in hindsight since my gf starting hanging out with them, I really should have... Man, I really wish I had...
During that time she started changing as well, she was slowly becoming like them and the stuff she sometime would say scared me, we got into a few fights over that as well... So we hit a point where she decides we have to take a break while she thinks things out, I get really bummed out but being really in love I decide to stay calm and let her do it, the fights and that all happened within a week, that should have been my first warning sign...
During the next 2 weeks we don't talk much, and then she calls me out to meet her at a local restaurant during the week-end. That restaurant is in front of my school, right next to the school there was wood, the wood basically served as a barrier between my school and the college right next to it. Suffice to say it was big enough that people could go into it and not be seen from the outside. So we eat, she seems to be normal, or at least her last two months normal and we talk over, when we're done eating we decide to go for a walk in said wood, which we usually did. So we do that... Going on that walk was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and in hindsight, I don't know if there was anything I could have done about it.
So when we enter the wood we keep walking and then she stops making sense at starts screaming at me, I don't really remember much of what it was about but an arguement started and that led to one of the worst moment of my existence... Out of nowhere someone hit me in the back of the head with something really heavy, don't even know what it was, all i know is that it was painful and I felt I was bleeding. I think I lost consciousness there for a bit. When I came back to a few moments later, don't know how long it was, I was seeing her laughing with all of her friends... they were these "popular kids", guys and girl alike were there, all just laughing and yelling shit at me. My ex then just starts kissing the guy that was holding a baseball bat, which is basically the guy who hit me... Turns out they'd been together for a while now and no one seemed to have told me... I felt like a fucking fool... I won't go much into what happened next because I don't think I can write it down without breaking down... I'll just end it at "I was lucky enough to fall unconscious pretty fast".
I woke up two weeks later in the hospital and was told I had suffered two skull fracture, all my ribs were broken and yadi yada that they pretty much didn't know how the fuck I made it out alive... Nice wake up call huh ?
I managed to get back to school on the 2nd week of the last month... My life was hell for the next two weeks... Everyone knew what happened, they even got away with it. No one would talk to me, they made sure of it. Her bf and his gang would wait for me at the end and beat me up for the fun of it, I was still healing at that point too, which made it extremely painful...
Last week of school comes and I'm basically about go mentally breakdown... Last gym class of the year comes... I happen to walk behind him while he's bending over in his locker... I had a baseball bat in my hands at that point and I just couldn't take it anymore... I flipped out and I started hitting him... He was down and not moving after two hits but I was just so scared he was going to get up and start beating the shit out of me... So I just kept swinging and swinging... Some people finally tried stopping me... apparently it took 3... I don't have much memory from there, probably my brain shutting it down in hindsight...
I got a case out of it, but the judge knew of what happened so thats all I got, I was allowed to take the end of year exams that were the week after but I was basically banned from that school and had to move out after that...
The only satisfaction I hold from all of this is that this guy is now stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life... Call me a monster but that's one of the only things that looking back makes me really happy...
I really feel like shit now, I don't even want to write the second story... it's just so much worst... I don't know what happened to her after that and the least I know the better... As I heard after that they had been dating for the last 2 months before that happened, making fun of me within their circle... I just hope I don't see her again because the actions I commit if I do might not end up being pleasant for her... The second accident pretty much fucked my life up so bad that I don't think shit can be worst than they are now anyway...
I'm done...
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On February 18 2013 13:09 tokicheese wrote:Show nested quote +On February 18 2013 11:12 magicquaglor wrote:Hey all, First post but reading this thread got to me after my breakup and i would like to share. We were together for 3.5 years, engaged for 1.5 years with a wedding planned, everything booked with deposits. We were in love (or at least i was/ thought i was). We said I loved you every day, kissed and cuddled in bed every day, plus had sex regularly. She started at a new job about 8 months ago, casual retail job. Full of alot of younger (shes 25) girls that were going out getting drunk and sleeping with different guys. she started going out with them where i wasnt invited (girls nights) its about then i felt her getting distant. She told me about this guy that worked there that kept hitting on her but how disgusting he was and how she would only ever want me. One night we had a fight and the next day she went to work, left early, went to his house to "watch dvds" and they had sex 3 times. She confessed a week later after saying she loved me and was scared i would hate her. I should have left then and there but was in a bit of shock and stuck around while we tried to get out of the hole we were now in. She kept telling me she loved me and how sorry she was bla bla. I didnt know how to process it. One night at 10 pm she said she was going to a friends. Seemed suspicous. Followed her. Went to his house, they kissed at the door, i walked up and he saw me and slammed the door shut leaving her outside. We spoke alot, it was pretty much over. The next day i "Hides faces in shame" broke into her FB and found all these messages going back to when she cheated on me the first time to him. Massive sexting messages comparing my sexual performance to his, all these fantasies and things they want to do to each other. She was messaging him that whole month and then coming to bed to me. That is one thing i will never understand, how a person can do that. Lie for a month to someone after that long together. I wouldnt do it to my worst enemy. It has been really tough, she has moved out and is now seeing a pyschologist every week as she is very suicidal. I had a massive blow up at her a month going calling her alot of stuff and demanding answers and she started telling me how she wants to kill herself and all that. I said its best we have 0 contact from now on for both of us. Im terrified she will try to call me and i dont know whether to answer, while i hate her i dont want her to do anything stupid like that... If she really needs me to talk her down from a ledge or something and i dont, i would feel responsible. But as everyone keeps saying, i shouldnt give a shit about her now... its hard. I love and hate her at the same time. Hope this isnt to long for you guys to read! Tried to keep it factual If someone can hurt you like that they are just going to keep doing it over and over... i would guess most of the cheating stories are from girls who cheat over and over and over. In my experience there are a lot of girls who wouldn't cheat and then there are girls who end up cheating on most of their boy friends. There seems like there isn't a lot in between... Pulling the suicide card is fucking pathetic though especially after all of that bullshit on facebook...
agreed pretty much 100% with this post. in my experiences with people, cheating is almost like a "need" for some people, and those people will cheat on their significant others regardless of how happy they are in their relationship. on the other hand, you have the people who are fiercely loyal and won't cheat even if they're miserable with the person they're with. also, to magicquaglor, I'm sorry you're having such a rough time. I've been in your shoes almost exactly. having been there, one thing I have to say is that you should not, under ANY circumstances, start second-guessing your decision to break it off and take her back. if she cheated on you already, she'll only do it again if you take her back. I know the general tone of your post is that you won't take her back, but I know feelings can change, and you might waver if you see her or something. just stand your ground and don't get sucked back in, no matter what.
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On February 18 2013 13:22 SolidMotion wrote:
Enter my fucked up story:
So my first experience ever falling for a girl was when I was 16... I wasn't nerdy but I had some of the best grades in my year, wasn't awful at sports either, just didn't excel at them, look wise I'd say slightly above average but nothing special. So i meet this girl at the beginning of the year who's new to town and I just have "the love on first sight" kinda thing, and I had never experienced that before. She wasn't insanely beautiful or anything either but everytime she smilled it just sparked something in me that I couldn't explain and I just wanted to be with her. Fate, being as funny as it is, also decided that she was going to be in almost all my classes. In hindsight, I probably was the first guy that talked to her at the school. Anyway... moving on.
So the first few months of the school year pass everything is going great, we're really good friends at that point as well... Fate strikes again but this time in a terrible way: both of her parents die in a freak car accident during christmas break. School starts again and then she just turns into somewhat of a ball of hate from that point on, losing all her friends and people start looking at her as a weirdo. She deals a lot of painful emotional shit to me as well at this point but I just can't seem to bring myself to let her down and I keep trying and talking to her to see if I can help, like a good friend would right ?
So not too long after that I somehow manage to get to her and she realizes she's lost almost all her friends and that even after all of this I'm still the only one around... I don't want to stay around here too much but suffice to say we get together not long after this, being really grateful for all I've done and all of that... From that point on until the last two months of school, I'm basically in paradise, all is going well, my life is great... and best of all I finally someone with whom I feel like I can share anything... appearances then also indicate that seems to be mutual. Then shit starts hitting the fan...
So during that time we were dating she was doing well again and started getting more social, especially with the people that were considered to be the "populars". Now, the popular people from the year I was in were kind of fucked up, and I had heard stories about the weird "games" and notion of fun they had but had never really payed attention to it, and in hindsight since my gf starting hanging out with them, I really should have... Man, I really wish I had...
During that time she started changing as well, she was slowly becoming like them and the stuff she sometime would say scared me, we got into a few fights over that as well... So we hit a point where she decides we have to take a break while she thinks things out, I get really bummed out but being really in love I decide to stay calm and let her do it, the fights and that all happened within a week, that should have been my first warning sign...
During the next 2 weeks we don't talk much, and then she calls me out to meet her at a local restaurant during the week-end. That restaurant is in front of my school, right next to the school there was wood, the wood basically served as a barrier between my school and the college right next to it. Suffice to say it was big enough that people could go into it and not be seen from the outside. So we eat, she seems to be normal, or at least her last two months normal and we talk over, when we're done eating we decide to go for a walk in said wood, which we usually did. So we do that... Going on that walk was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and in hindsight, I don't know if there was anything I could have done about it.
So when we enter the wood we keep walking and then she stops making sense at starts screaming at me, I don't really remember much of what it was about but an arguement started and that led to one of the worst moment of my existence... Out of nowhere someone hit me in the back of the head with something really heavy, don't even know what it was, all i know is that it was painful and I felt I was bleeding. I think I lost consciousness there for a bit. When I came back to a few moments later, don't know how long it was, I was seeing her laughing with all of her friends... they were these "popular kids", guys and girl alike were there, all just laughing and yelling shit at me. My ex then just starts kissing the guy that was holding a baseball bat, which is basically the guy who hit me... Turns out they'd been together for a while now and no one seemed to have told me... I felt like a fucking fool... I won't go much into what happened next because I don't think I can write it down without breaking down... I'll just end it at "I was lucky enough to fall unconscious pretty fast".
I woke up two weeks later in the hospital and was told I had suffered two skull fracture, all my ribs were broken and yadi yada that they pretty much didn't know how the fuck I made it out alive... Nice wake up call huh ?
I managed to get back to school on the 2nd week of the last month... My life was hell for the next two weeks... Everyone knew what happened, they even got away with it. No one would talk to me, they made sure of it. Her bf and his gang would wait for me at the end and beat me up for the fun of it, I was still healing at that point too, which made it extremely painful...
Last week of school comes and I'm basically about go mentally breakdown... Last gym class of the year comes... I happen to walk behind him while he's bending over in his locker... I had a baseball bat in my hands at that point and I just couldn't take it anymore... I flipped out and I started hitting him... He was down and not moving after two hits but I was just so scared he was going to get up and start beating the shit out of me... So I just kept swinging and swinging... Some people finally tried stopping me... apparently it took 3... I don't have much memory from there, probably my brain shutting it down in hindsight...
I got a case out of it, but the judge knew of what happened so thats all I got, I was allowed to take the end of year exams that were the week after but I was basically banned from that school and had to move out after that...
The only satisfaction I hold from all of this is that this guy is now stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life... Call me a monster but that's one of the only things that looking back makes me really happy...
I really feel like shit now, I don't even want to write the second story... it's just so much worst... I don't know what happened to her after that and the least I know the better... As I heard after that they had been dating for the last 2 months before that happened, making fun of me within their circle... I just hope I don't see her again because the actions I commit if I do might not end up being pleasant for her... The second accident pretty much fucked my life up so bad that I don't think shit can be worst than they are now anyway...
I'm done...
Holy fuck
Solid you are a BAMF
What are you doing nowadays?
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On February 18 2013 13:22 SolidMotion wrote:
Enter my fucked up story:
So my first experience ever falling for a girl was when I was 16... I wasn't nerdy but I had some of the best grades in my year, wasn't awful at sports either, just didn't excel at them, look wise I'd say slightly above average but nothing special. So i meet this girl at the beginning of the year who's new to town and I just have "the love on first sight" kinda thing, and I had never experienced that before. She wasn't insanely beautiful or anything either but everytime she smilled it just sparked something in me that I couldn't explain and I just wanted to be with her. Fate, being as funny as it is, also decided that she was going to be in almost all my classes. In hindsight, I probably was the first guy that talked to her at the school. Anyway... moving on.
So the first few months of the school year pass everything is going great, we're really good friends at that point as well... Fate strikes again but this time in a terrible way: both of her parents die in a freak car accident during christmas break. School starts again and then she just turns into somewhat of a ball of hate from that point on, losing all her friends and people start looking at her as a weirdo. She deals a lot of painful emotional shit to me as well at this point but I just can't seem to bring myself to let her down and I keep trying and talking to her to see if I can help, like a good friend would right ?
So not too long after that I somehow manage to get to her and she realizes she's lost almost all her friends and that even after all of this I'm still the only one around... I don't want to stay around here too much but suffice to say we get together not long after this, being really grateful for all I've done and all of that... From that point on until the last two months of school, I'm basically in paradise, all is going well, my life is great... and best of all I finally someone with whom I feel like I can share anything... appearances then also indicate that seems to be mutual. Then shit starts hitting the fan...
So during that time we were dating she was doing well again and started getting more social, especially with the people that were considered to be the "populars". Now, the popular people from the year I was in were kind of fucked up, and I had heard stories about the weird "games" and notion of fun they had but had never really payed attention to it, and in hindsight since my gf starting hanging out with them, I really should have... Man, I really wish I had...
During that time she started changing as well, she was slowly becoming like them and the stuff she sometime would say scared me, we got into a few fights over that as well... So we hit a point where she decides we have to take a break while she thinks things out, I get really bummed out but being really in love I decide to stay calm and let her do it, the fights and that all happened within a week, that should have been my first warning sign...
During the next 2 weeks we don't talk much, and then she calls me out to meet her at a local restaurant during the week-end. That restaurant is in front of my school, right next to the school there was wood, the wood basically served as a barrier between my school and the college right next to it. Suffice to say it was big enough that people could go into it and not be seen from the outside. So we eat, she seems to be normal, or at least her last two months normal and we talk over, when we're done eating we decide to go for a walk in said wood, which we usually did. So we do that... Going on that walk was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and in hindsight, I don't know if there was anything I could have done about it.
So when we enter the wood we keep walking and then she stops making sense at starts screaming at me, I don't really remember much of what it was about but an arguement started and that led to one of the worst moment of my existence... Out of nowhere someone hit me in the back of the head with something really heavy, don't even know what it was, all i know is that it was painful and I felt I was bleeding. I think I lost consciousness there for a bit. When I came back to a few moments later, don't know how long it was, I was seeing her laughing with all of her friends... they were these "popular kids", guys and girl alike were there, all just laughing and yelling shit at me. My ex then just starts kissing the guy that was holding a baseball bat, which is basically the guy who hit me... Turns out they'd been together for a while now and no one seemed to have told me... I felt like a fucking fool... I won't go much into what happened next because I don't think I can write it down without breaking down... I'll just end it at "I was lucky enough to fall unconscious pretty fast".
I woke up two weeks later in the hospital and was told I had suffered two skull fracture, all my ribs were broken and yadi yada that they pretty much didn't know how the fuck I made it out alive... Nice wake up call huh ?
I managed to get back to school on the 2nd week of the last month... My life was hell for the next two weeks... Everyone knew what happened, they even got away with it. No one would talk to me, they made sure of it. Her bf and his gang would wait for me at the end and beat me up for the fun of it, I was still healing at that point too, which made it extremely painful...
Last week of school comes and I'm basically about go mentally breakdown... Last gym class of the year comes... I happen to walk behind him while he's bending over in his locker... I had a baseball bat in my hands at that point and I just couldn't take it anymore... I flipped out and I started hitting him... He was down and not moving after two hits but I was just so scared he was going to get up and start beating the shit out of me... So I just kept swinging and swinging... Some people finally tried stopping me... apparently it took 3... I don't have much memory from there, probably my brain shutting it down in hindsight...
I got a case out of it, but the judge knew of what happened so thats all I got, I was allowed to take the end of year exams that were the week after but I was basically banned from that school and had to move out after that...
The only satisfaction I hold from all of this is that this guy is now stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life... Call me a monster but that's one of the only things that looking back makes me really happy...
I really feel like shit now, I don't even want to write the second story... it's just so much worst... I don't know what happened to her after that and the least I know the better... As I heard after that they had been dating for the last 2 months before that happened, making fun of me within their circle... I just hope I don't see her again because the actions I commit if I do might not end up being pleasant for her... The second accident pretty much fucked my life up so bad that I don't think shit can be worst than they are now anyway...
I'm done...
normally id be against this kind of shit. revenge and violence etc.
but good for you bro. i would have done the same thing
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I feel like posting up my own story just to keep this thread back on track.. so here it goes :D. Unlike all of the other stories here about getting hurt, I'm the one who was hurting somebody else >:D
Our relationship
+ Show Spoiler +About a year and a half ago I started to make a connection with a girl in one of my classes. She was cute, funny, somewhat charming and we had a lot I. common. We started hanging out a lot more, chatting a lot during class and online, and just enjoying each other's company. I started to form a crush on her and attempted to ask her out about two months after I met her. She said yes, but the date went horribly wrong and I just felt completely broken from the shit that happened that day. A few days after she tells me about how she didn't see me in the same way that I saw her, but she still wanted to be friends. She then started avoiding me in school for the next few months but we kept in touch online and via text.
We started to bond again after those few months, going out to movies with her friends, volunteering together, going out to lunch, and just having fun in general. After hanging out with her friends they started to gain a favorable opinion on me, which helps me later on (when we start dating). Later, we go to a dance together and that's when she tells me she likes me, but she doesn't want to go "official". I still had a crush on her and told her that I still likes her. A month rolls by and then we started dating together, and then we go official. Sounds like a happy ending right? To her friends and my friends, it sounded like a classic story of a guy chasing a girl who doesn't like him and finally winning her over, then the end. But, life always takes a turn in a different direction when it seems like everything is fine.
Breaking up
+ Show Spoiler +Months roll on, our relationship is stable, we go on dates every Saturday and we see each other almost every school day. As summer rolls in, we start to do what normal teenagers do when they're in relationships ( *wink wink) and other goodies like that. But even with all these good things going on, I genuinely started getting bored of always hanging out with her. I got hired over the summer, which gave me an excuse to not spend as much time with her, and she got an internship at city hall which cut out all of her free time on the weekdays. After a while, she started to get extremely clingy to me , which made me feel like I was getting strangled and I couldn't spend as much time with my own friends. On our dates, she refused to not invite a third wheel (a habit she had when we first started dating ), and she would always invite her annoying as hell friend. I started to loose my affections for her, but never mentioned breaking up to anybody or tried to show that it was on my mind. She was in a tough spot, with her mother possibly having to move somewhere else because of family issues, so I decided to support her through this rough spot and move breaking the news to another time.
A few weeks later I went off to a music camp where I met another girl who I started to form feelings for. It was really odd, since I knew that I was still in a relationship with a person but I started to form a crush on another person. I started to realize that the relationship I was in was not healthy, nor was it anything that I wanted anymore. It took me a while, but I finally broke up with my now ex. Right after I told her that we should break up, I felt really happy. I felt free. It was the happiest I've ever been since I started dating her. I said to her "we now free from each other!" (well I felt free from her ) and all she said was "It's not like that...".
The Aftermath
+ Show Spoiler +According to her friends, right after I broke up with her, she called her best friend (who was also the annoying third wheel) and started crying and shit to her for the rest of the night. The day after, one of my friends saw her at a tutoring class where she "looked like a complete wreck". One of her closest friends told me that my ex was not taking our breakup too well, and she said "I've never seen her in such a bad state before". A day after that, i saw her for the first time after our breakup while volunteering, but we didn't talk to each other. She looked extremely depressed, with her hair everywhere and her eyes and eyelids bloodshot red from crying. I understood why though, I let her go when she most needed me.
I was shocked about how easily I could hurt somebody so bad with just a simple thought and a few simple words. I think of myself of a nice guy who is incapable of hurting anybody or anything in any way, so seeing somebody else being wrecked and torn apart by my own selfish feelings while I felt nothing was intriguing to me. I felt no remorse, no guilt, no sadness. We haven't talked to each other since, and she's changed a lot after we were together, and I can't say that she has changed in a good way. She restarted her drinking habits, dressed up with much sluttier clothes, and went on a rebound relationship with one of my friends (which obviously ended not too long later). She basically went on a self destruction spree for a while, but now she seems a bit better although I'm not completely sure about how she is now.
tl;dr:
I'm guilty of making a person go self-destruct because of a relationship, and not feel a god damned thing while doing it.
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On February 18 2013 13:27 Shady Sands wrote:Show nested quote +On February 18 2013 13:22 SolidMotion wrote:
Enter my fucked up story:
So my first experience ever falling for a girl was when I was 16... I wasn't nerdy but I had some of the best grades in my year, wasn't awful at sports either, just didn't excel at them, look wise I'd say slightly above average but nothing special. So i meet this girl at the beginning of the year who's new to town and I just have "the love on first sight" kinda thing, and I had never experienced that before. She wasn't insanely beautiful or anything either but everytime she smilled it just sparked something in me that I couldn't explain and I just wanted to be with her. Fate, being as funny as it is, also decided that she was going to be in almost all my classes. In hindsight, I probably was the first guy that talked to her at the school. Anyway... moving on.
So the first few months of the school year pass everything is going great, we're really good friends at that point as well... Fate strikes again but this time in a terrible way: both of her parents die in a freak car accident during christmas break. School starts again and then she just turns into somewhat of a ball of hate from that point on, losing all her friends and people start looking at her as a weirdo. She deals a lot of painful emotional shit to me as well at this point but I just can't seem to bring myself to let her down and I keep trying and talking to her to see if I can help, like a good friend would right ?
So not too long after that I somehow manage to get to her and she realizes she's lost almost all her friends and that even after all of this I'm still the only one around... I don't want to stay around here too much but suffice to say we get together not long after this, being really grateful for all I've done and all of that... From that point on until the last two months of school, I'm basically in paradise, all is going well, my life is great... and best of all I finally someone with whom I feel like I can share anything... appearances then also indicate that seems to be mutual. Then shit starts hitting the fan...
So during that time we were dating she was doing well again and started getting more social, especially with the people that were considered to be the "populars". Now, the popular people from the year I was in were kind of fucked up, and I had heard stories about the weird "games" and notion of fun they had but had never really payed attention to it, and in hindsight since my gf starting hanging out with them, I really should have... Man, I really wish I had...
During that time she started changing as well, she was slowly becoming like them and the stuff she sometime would say scared me, we got into a few fights over that as well... So we hit a point where she decides we have to take a break while she thinks things out, I get really bummed out but being really in love I decide to stay calm and let her do it, the fights and that all happened within a week, that should have been my first warning sign...
During the next 2 weeks we don't talk much, and then she calls me out to meet her at a local restaurant during the week-end. That restaurant is in front of my school, right next to the school there was wood, the wood basically served as a barrier between my school and the college right next to it. Suffice to say it was big enough that people could go into it and not be seen from the outside. So we eat, she seems to be normal, or at least her last two months normal and we talk over, when we're done eating we decide to go for a walk in said wood, which we usually did. So we do that... Going on that walk was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and in hindsight, I don't know if there was anything I could have done about it.
So when we enter the wood we keep walking and then she stops making sense at starts screaming at me, I don't really remember much of what it was about but an arguement started and that led to one of the worst moment of my existence... Out of nowhere someone hit me in the back of the head with something really heavy, don't even know what it was, all i know is that it was painful and I felt I was bleeding. I think I lost consciousness there for a bit. When I came back to a few moments later, don't know how long it was, I was seeing her laughing with all of her friends... they were these "popular kids", guys and girl alike were there, all just laughing and yelling shit at me. My ex then just starts kissing the guy that was holding a baseball bat, which is basically the guy who hit me... Turns out they'd been together for a while now and no one seemed to have told me... I felt like a fucking fool... I won't go much into what happened next because I don't think I can write it down without breaking down... I'll just end it at "I was lucky enough to fall unconscious pretty fast".
I woke up two weeks later in the hospital and was told I had suffered two skull fracture, all my ribs were broken and yadi yada that they pretty much didn't know how the fuck I made it out alive... Nice wake up call huh ?
I managed to get back to school on the 2nd week of the last month... My life was hell for the next two weeks... Everyone knew what happened, they even got away with it. No one would talk to me, they made sure of it. Her bf and his gang would wait for me at the end and beat me up for the fun of it, I was still healing at that point too, which made it extremely painful...
Last week of school comes and I'm basically about go mentally breakdown... Last gym class of the year comes... I happen to walk behind him while he's bending over in his locker... I had a baseball bat in my hands at that point and I just couldn't take it anymore... I flipped out and I started hitting him... He was down and not moving after two hits but I was just so scared he was going to get up and start beating the shit out of me... So I just kept swinging and swinging... Some people finally tried stopping me... apparently it took 3... I don't have much memory from there, probably my brain shutting it down in hindsight...
I got a case out of it, but the judge knew of what happened so thats all I got, I was allowed to take the end of year exams that were the week after but I was basically banned from that school and had to move out after that...
The only satisfaction I hold from all of this is that this guy is now stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life... Call me a monster but that's one of the only things that looking back makes me really happy...
I really feel like shit now, I don't even want to write the second story... it's just so much worst... I don't know what happened to her after that and the least I know the better... As I heard after that they had been dating for the last 2 months before that happened, making fun of me within their circle... I just hope I don't see her again because the actions I commit if I do might not end up being pleasant for her... The second accident pretty much fucked my life up so bad that I don't think shit can be worst than they are now anyway...
I'm done... Holy fuck Solid you are a BAMF What are you doing nowadays?
Nothing... My life's a mess and the other story (which I won't write) fucked me up a lot more than that... I'm just basically trying to figure out how to make a living without having to leave my house... My parents are helping me a fuck ton, they've been allowing me to live in their basement for the past 2 years without basically asking for anything in return but I love them and I don't want to be a burden on them...
So yeah... Medicated, and going no where is what I'm doing now a days... :/
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On February 18 2013 13:35 SolidMotion wrote:Show nested quote +On February 18 2013 13:27 Shady Sands wrote:On February 18 2013 13:22 SolidMotion wrote:
Enter my fucked up story:
So my first experience ever falling for a girl was when I was 16... I wasn't nerdy but I had some of the best grades in my year, wasn't awful at sports either, just didn't excel at them, look wise I'd say slightly above average but nothing special. So i meet this girl at the beginning of the year who's new to town and I just have "the love on first sight" kinda thing, and I had never experienced that before. She wasn't insanely beautiful or anything either but everytime she smilled it just sparked something in me that I couldn't explain and I just wanted to be with her. Fate, being as funny as it is, also decided that she was going to be in almost all my classes. In hindsight, I probably was the first guy that talked to her at the school. Anyway... moving on.
So the first few months of the school year pass everything is going great, we're really good friends at that point as well... Fate strikes again but this time in a terrible way: both of her parents die in a freak car accident during christmas break. School starts again and then she just turns into somewhat of a ball of hate from that point on, losing all her friends and people start looking at her as a weirdo. She deals a lot of painful emotional shit to me as well at this point but I just can't seem to bring myself to let her down and I keep trying and talking to her to see if I can help, like a good friend would right ?
So not too long after that I somehow manage to get to her and she realizes she's lost almost all her friends and that even after all of this I'm still the only one around... I don't want to stay around here too much but suffice to say we get together not long after this, being really grateful for all I've done and all of that... From that point on until the last two months of school, I'm basically in paradise, all is going well, my life is great... and best of all I finally someone with whom I feel like I can share anything... appearances then also indicate that seems to be mutual. Then shit starts hitting the fan...
So during that time we were dating she was doing well again and started getting more social, especially with the people that were considered to be the "populars". Now, the popular people from the year I was in were kind of fucked up, and I had heard stories about the weird "games" and notion of fun they had but had never really payed attention to it, and in hindsight since my gf starting hanging out with them, I really should have... Man, I really wish I had...
During that time she started changing as well, she was slowly becoming like them and the stuff she sometime would say scared me, we got into a few fights over that as well... So we hit a point where she decides we have to take a break while she thinks things out, I get really bummed out but being really in love I decide to stay calm and let her do it, the fights and that all happened within a week, that should have been my first warning sign...
During the next 2 weeks we don't talk much, and then she calls me out to meet her at a local restaurant during the week-end. That restaurant is in front of my school, right next to the school there was wood, the wood basically served as a barrier between my school and the college right next to it. Suffice to say it was big enough that people could go into it and not be seen from the outside. So we eat, she seems to be normal, or at least her last two months normal and we talk over, when we're done eating we decide to go for a walk in said wood, which we usually did. So we do that... Going on that walk was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and in hindsight, I don't know if there was anything I could have done about it.
So when we enter the wood we keep walking and then she stops making sense at starts screaming at me, I don't really remember much of what it was about but an arguement started and that led to one of the worst moment of my existence... Out of nowhere someone hit me in the back of the head with something really heavy, don't even know what it was, all i know is that it was painful and I felt I was bleeding. I think I lost consciousness there for a bit. When I came back to a few moments later, don't know how long it was, I was seeing her laughing with all of her friends... they were these "popular kids", guys and girl alike were there, all just laughing and yelling shit at me. My ex then just starts kissing the guy that was holding a baseball bat, which is basically the guy who hit me... Turns out they'd been together for a while now and no one seemed to have told me... I felt like a fucking fool... I won't go much into what happened next because I don't think I can write it down without breaking down... I'll just end it at "I was lucky enough to fall unconscious pretty fast".
I woke up two weeks later in the hospital and was told I had suffered two skull fracture, all my ribs were broken and yadi yada that they pretty much didn't know how the fuck I made it out alive... Nice wake up call huh ?
I managed to get back to school on the 2nd week of the last month... My life was hell for the next two weeks... Everyone knew what happened, they even got away with it. No one would talk to me, they made sure of it. Her bf and his gang would wait for me at the end and beat me up for the fun of it, I was still healing at that point too, which made it extremely painful...
Last week of school comes and I'm basically about go mentally breakdown... Last gym class of the year comes... I happen to walk behind him while he's bending over in his locker... I had a baseball bat in my hands at that point and I just couldn't take it anymore... I flipped out and I started hitting him... He was down and not moving after two hits but I was just so scared he was going to get up and start beating the shit out of me... So I just kept swinging and swinging... Some people finally tried stopping me... apparently it took 3... I don't have much memory from there, probably my brain shutting it down in hindsight...
I got a case out of it, but the judge knew of what happened so thats all I got, I was allowed to take the end of year exams that were the week after but I was basically banned from that school and had to move out after that...
The only satisfaction I hold from all of this is that this guy is now stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life... Call me a monster but that's one of the only things that looking back makes me really happy...
I really feel like shit now, I don't even want to write the second story... it's just so much worst... I don't know what happened to her after that and the least I know the better... As I heard after that they had been dating for the last 2 months before that happened, making fun of me within their circle... I just hope I don't see her again because the actions I commit if I do might not end up being pleasant for her... The second accident pretty much fucked my life up so bad that I don't think shit can be worst than they are now anyway...
I'm done... Holy fuck Solid you are a BAMF What are you doing nowadays? Nothing... My life's a mess and the other story (which I won't write) fucked me up a lot more than that... I'm just basically trying to figure out how to make a living without having to leave my house... My parents are helping me a fuck ton, they've been allowing me to live in their basement for the past 2 years without basically asking for anything in return but I love them and I don't want to be a burden on them... So yeah... Medicated, and going no where is what I'm doing now a days... :/
Sorry to hear it, Solid. That's pretty fucking horrible what she did to you. Good on you for fighting back. You stopped that asshole from bullying a LOT more people in the future. And sorry you feel so bad. You shouldn't though. That shit is totally not your fault. The world is a pretty fucked up place sometimes, and the more you put your trust in others, the more that fact grows clear. Don't let it bring you down, though. You'll get back in the saddle eventually
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"There were absolutely no signs of a breakup. Typical woman. When women start thinking, and thinking and thinking, the outcome will be pretty clear and stupid, but they always fail to communicate properly and it will be the worst possible way you'll get to know her decision."
This is so true, including you in the process? Telling you about problems? Fuck no..
Its really unfortunate
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