Well, my relationship has finally ended. I'm sad, but I'm also happy.
I met this guy a few years ago when I was 16 and he was 20. He was about to be deployed overseas and I was coming out of my first "relationship".
Something about me captured him, he is fond of saying.
We corresponded over MySpace for a year, and then he came back, and man did he try hard to find me. Problem was, he was already in a long distance relationship with this woman, let's call her Red. She was independent had/has a child of her own, and he seemed happy.
Enter the bitch. Me. I started to have feelings for him, and kissed him one night. He ended his relationship with Red, and we began ours. Here it is, years later, and she contacts him again. Now, me, being the broken hearted nice person that I am, am stepping aside so that they can begin something together. I'm not going to yell at him, fight him, hurt him.
I know that I can't be with him for probably a very long time. It hurts like fucking hell.
I realize that I saved this as a draft and never published it. All of that happened about two months ago.
Update.
It turns out that Red has been lying to him from the start. About everything. She's even had a boyfriend for the last few years. And me, the unstable, needy mess that I am, kissed him again. We've been sleeping together for the past two weeks, and I begged him to take me back. He turned me down.
I don't know what the hell is wrong with me.
