Edit: I didn't know you had to put your age in the post or it would get moved. Anyway, I'm 27.
Hi guys,
I need to vent. I know what I have to do, and I'm going to do it, but it's difficult. I've done a search and read a lot of similar posts, but I just need to type this out. If you've been through this before, I'd be happy to hear your story.
I was a member here years and years ago(6-7 years ago, I think). I was a pure AFC and learned everything I could. I started feeling good about myself and meeting women. I went out with a woman and we really hit it off. We got along so good we've been together for four years with very little arguing or conflict. That changed.
Now here's where it's going to sound familiar to everyone here. I saw everything clearly as it happened, but I allowed myself to become a sucker. She started getting distant. Before this, she came to my house everyday. She always wanted to be with me. That stopped overnight. So, I basically asked her what the problem was and if we should end the relationship. She said she wanted to take a "break." Yes, yes, I know. That means it's over. I allowed my feelings to blind my gut and my mind, though. I gave her space. We went through the whole conversation before hand. She swore to god(she's Christian) that there was nobody else. I believed her. She swore she loved me and wanted it to work, etc. I believed her. But my gut pestered me the whole time. It made me miserable. It knew the truth and it was going to make me feel like sh*t until my I opened my eyes.
I had enough and called her. I told her it wasn't working and it would be best if we ended it. She yelled that I wasn't giving it a chance: "You're just giving up!" I thought she really wanted it to work, so I allowed the sham to continue. We spent a couple evenings together and things seemed good.
My gut wouldn't give me peace, though. It made me feel worse than I have ever felt before. I had to satisfy my curiosity. It was driving me crazy. I didn't want to spy, and I felt like a piece of trash even thinking about it; but I had to. I had to find out.
I set up her myspace for her a year ago. I showed her how to do everything and she told me the password she wanted to use. I couldn't resist myself when the possibility of truth was a few clicks away. I tried to log on to her page. She changed the password. Now I knew I had to see it. It didn't take me long to discover her new password. I looked at her inbox. For the past couple of weeks she has been talking to some guy. I read the messages in an indescribable state of mind. Even with all the signs, I was in shock. While I was absolutely miserable, probably growing a damn ulcer, she was making sweet talk with another man! It was normal get-to-know-you emailing at first. Then she sent him her number. She strung me along like a damned puppy dog. She wanted to keep me around as a backup plan.
I learned all of this last night. She was at work, so I knew she'd check her email. I sent her the nastiest letter I could muster. It was really, really bad and hateful. I attacked her moral character and called her a terrible human being. Honestly, I feel bad for being so mean, as it's not in my character, but I had to attack somehow.
She called crying, asking what the email was about. I gave her the chance to come clean. She didn't. I had to tell her about the emails. She said they were nothing and they meant nothing. She argued that she did nothing wrong because she didn't even "meet" the guy yet! She tried make me into the bad person by sending a nasty email. It was unbelievable! It was late and I got off the phone. We are going to talk tonight and it's over. She lost my trust and respect.
There are more little things, but I tried to keep it somewhat brief. I still have a hard time believing she did this to me. I have flaws, I admit. I unintentionally pushed her away. I take some of the blame for our relationship troubles, but what she did is inexcusable. As far as I'm concerned she cheated on me. She was unfaithful. I won't let someone do that to me.
So that's it. That's my story. It sounds exactly like the stories of so many other men, and I feel like a damn fool that it happened to me.
Hi guys,
I need to vent. I know what I have to do, and I'm going to do it, but it's difficult. I've done a search and read a lot of similar posts, but I just need to type this out. If you've been through this before, I'd be happy to hear your story.
I was a member here years and years ago(6-7 years ago, I think). I was a pure AFC and learned everything I could. I started feeling good about myself and meeting women. I went out with a woman and we really hit it off. We got along so good we've been together for four years with very little arguing or conflict. That changed.
Now here's where it's going to sound familiar to everyone here. I saw everything clearly as it happened, but I allowed myself to become a sucker. She started getting distant. Before this, she came to my house everyday. She always wanted to be with me. That stopped overnight. So, I basically asked her what the problem was and if we should end the relationship. She said she wanted to take a "break." Yes, yes, I know. That means it's over. I allowed my feelings to blind my gut and my mind, though. I gave her space. We went through the whole conversation before hand. She swore to god(she's Christian) that there was nobody else. I believed her. She swore she loved me and wanted it to work, etc. I believed her. But my gut pestered me the whole time. It made me miserable. It knew the truth and it was going to make me feel like sh*t until my I opened my eyes.
I had enough and called her. I told her it wasn't working and it would be best if we ended it. She yelled that I wasn't giving it a chance: "You're just giving up!" I thought she really wanted it to work, so I allowed the sham to continue. We spent a couple evenings together and things seemed good.
My gut wouldn't give me peace, though. It made me feel worse than I have ever felt before. I had to satisfy my curiosity. It was driving me crazy. I didn't want to spy, and I felt like a piece of trash even thinking about it; but I had to. I had to find out.
I set up her myspace for her a year ago. I showed her how to do everything and she told me the password she wanted to use. I couldn't resist myself when the possibility of truth was a few clicks away. I tried to log on to her page. She changed the password. Now I knew I had to see it. It didn't take me long to discover her new password. I looked at her inbox. For the past couple of weeks she has been talking to some guy. I read the messages in an indescribable state of mind. Even with all the signs, I was in shock. While I was absolutely miserable, probably growing a damn ulcer, she was making sweet talk with another man! It was normal get-to-know-you emailing at first. Then she sent him her number. She strung me along like a damned puppy dog. She wanted to keep me around as a backup plan.
I learned all of this last night. She was at work, so I knew she'd check her email. I sent her the nastiest letter I could muster. It was really, really bad and hateful. I attacked her moral character and called her a terrible human being. Honestly, I feel bad for being so mean, as it's not in my character, but I had to attack somehow.
She called crying, asking what the email was about. I gave her the chance to come clean. She didn't. I had to tell her about the emails. She said they were nothing and they meant nothing. She argued that she did nothing wrong because she didn't even "meet" the guy yet! She tried make me into the bad person by sending a nasty email. It was unbelievable! It was late and I got off the phone. We are going to talk tonight and it's over. She lost my trust and respect.
There are more little things, but I tried to keep it somewhat brief. I still have a hard time believing she did this to me. I have flaws, I admit. I unintentionally pushed her away. I take some of the blame for our relationship troubles, but what she did is inexcusable. As far as I'm concerned she cheated on me. She was unfaithful. I won't let someone do that to me.
So that's it. That's my story. It sounds exactly like the stories of so many other men, and I feel like a damn fool that it happened to me.
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