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The title is a true fact about my 5 and a half year relationship with my girlfriend. It was a hard truth to swallow, so hard in fact that it took one of the biggest and yet most necessary mistakes of my life to choke it down. So here's the background...
My girlfriend and I got together in high school. I was 18 and she was 17, I had just gotten out of a 1 year relationship and she was the one for me to fall on and eventually we fell in love. When we would spend time together we'd be so happy and we knew the relationship was right. Now, as time passed it was time to move on in our lives. My parents were moving to a different state and I chose to stay in New York to be with her, so I had to find a job and an apartment. At around the same time, Courtney was heading off to college. This was hard because it became a long distance relationship and I never truly believed in those. It was extremely hard, but we made it. She would come down to see me and I'd go up to see her, and when we saw eachother we were happy. Then summer came and she stayed at my apartment and I was happy then, too. But as summer was coming to an end I realized how much I hated my life. I was in a job I hated, spent my time in a depressing apartment that had no windows (true story) and was truly unhappy, so I quit my job and moved up here to live with her while she went to school.
The idea was that I'd get a job in a matter of a few months and we'd support eachother. But a few months didn't turn out to be the case. I was unemployed for 2 years while we both had to live off of her student loans. Being unemployed was extremely difficult for me and she was there for me, I certainly was not happy then. But she helped me and I love her for it. But I also felt like I was alone when she wasn't around. I had thought this was because I had really no friends to talk to, the only person I kept in touch with in high school lived way too far away because he also moved on with his life and overall things were just a bit lonely for me.
Skip forward to me finding a job last September. I realized I wanted to cook for a living, food was my passion. I got into a starting position and began to work my way up. I was happy when I was working and I took this happiness home with me. She loved it and I loved it. During my time here I also tried to come out of my reclusive shell and begin talking to people and just overall making friends. For the next part of the story, this is where the biggest and yet most necessary mistake comes in to play. This 4th of July weekend, everything being celebrated on the 3rd because Monday is usually a bad day for it, I was alone. She was with her parents and I had to stay because I had to work. The next day I was invited to a co-workers place to celebrate the 4th properly since we both had the 5th off. I don't drink, I've been a little drunk before but never anything I'd consider "hammered". But this time, I got hammered and when I'm drunk I talk and talk. I started talking about how unhappy I was with her and how I wish we were the couple I wanted us to be.
I knew I couldn't start walking home in that condition and I needed to sober up, so I stopped drinking and gave it some time and the co-worker offered to walk me home to make sure I was safe, insisting that she was able to keep herself safe while I was unsure because I'd never been that drunk before. While on this walk she confessed her feelings for me, and not just by telling me she likes me, but by telling me all of the reasons she wants to be with me and it made me feel happy again. We kissed, and I was the one that initiated it. I told her I felt so guilty about it because we were both drunk, but I know that I could have been sober and I would have at least wanted to kiss her.
I told my girlfriend about this...it was hard because I knew I had betrayed her. She is ready to forgive me and now we know that there is a problem and we're both willing to work on it. I'm just so scared. I'm scared because I don't know what life is like without her, I just know that I'm not happy anymore. I look back on our life together and I see how good we were for eachother. I can see that I had so many hard times and she was the one that was there for me, she does all these amazing things for me. I love her because she's always there for me, she's always willing to put me first, she's willing to do so much for me. Even the small things like making me cinnamon rolls in the morning or the pretty recent time she bought a sexy outfit for me. I don't want to leave her but I am not happy anymore. I feel like we grew up differently. As we grow up we drop pieces of us and pick new ones up and I'm afraid that the part of me that needed her to make my happy was dropped off and the part I picked up to keep me happy was something she can't offer me.
My mothers advice was to give it a timer. Flip an hour glass and if we can't fix it by then we need to break up. The idea of us breaking up scares me because of so many reasons. I still care about her, I don't want to hurt her. I don't know what it's like to be single. Will I ever find anyone else to make me as happy as she once did? What am I going to tell her if I still feel unhappy with her after we work on our relationship? I'm scared and I don't know what to do...
My girlfriend and I got together in high school. I was 18 and she was 17, I had just gotten out of a 1 year relationship and she was the one for me to fall on and eventually we fell in love. When we would spend time together we'd be so happy and we knew the relationship was right. Now, as time passed it was time to move on in our lives. My parents were moving to a different state and I chose to stay in New York to be with her, so I had to find a job and an apartment. At around the same time, Courtney was heading off to college. This was hard because it became a long distance relationship and I never truly believed in those. It was extremely hard, but we made it. She would come down to see me and I'd go up to see her, and when we saw eachother we were happy. Then summer came and she stayed at my apartment and I was happy then, too. But as summer was coming to an end I realized how much I hated my life. I was in a job I hated, spent my time in a depressing apartment that had no windows (true story) and was truly unhappy, so I quit my job and moved up here to live with her while she went to school.
The idea was that I'd get a job in a matter of a few months and we'd support eachother. But a few months didn't turn out to be the case. I was unemployed for 2 years while we both had to live off of her student loans. Being unemployed was extremely difficult for me and she was there for me, I certainly was not happy then. But she helped me and I love her for it. But I also felt like I was alone when she wasn't around. I had thought this was because I had really no friends to talk to, the only person I kept in touch with in high school lived way too far away because he also moved on with his life and overall things were just a bit lonely for me.
Skip forward to me finding a job last September. I realized I wanted to cook for a living, food was my passion. I got into a starting position and began to work my way up. I was happy when I was working and I took this happiness home with me. She loved it and I loved it. During my time here I also tried to come out of my reclusive shell and begin talking to people and just overall making friends. For the next part of the story, this is where the biggest and yet most necessary mistake comes in to play. This 4th of July weekend, everything being celebrated on the 3rd because Monday is usually a bad day for it, I was alone. She was with her parents and I had to stay because I had to work. The next day I was invited to a co-workers place to celebrate the 4th properly since we both had the 5th off. I don't drink, I've been a little drunk before but never anything I'd consider "hammered". But this time, I got hammered and when I'm drunk I talk and talk. I started talking about how unhappy I was with her and how I wish we were the couple I wanted us to be.
I knew I couldn't start walking home in that condition and I needed to sober up, so I stopped drinking and gave it some time and the co-worker offered to walk me home to make sure I was safe, insisting that she was able to keep herself safe while I was unsure because I'd never been that drunk before. While on this walk she confessed her feelings for me, and not just by telling me she likes me, but by telling me all of the reasons she wants to be with me and it made me feel happy again. We kissed, and I was the one that initiated it. I told her I felt so guilty about it because we were both drunk, but I know that I could have been sober and I would have at least wanted to kiss her.
I told my girlfriend about this...it was hard because I knew I had betrayed her. She is ready to forgive me and now we know that there is a problem and we're both willing to work on it. I'm just so scared. I'm scared because I don't know what life is like without her, I just know that I'm not happy anymore. I look back on our life together and I see how good we were for eachother. I can see that I had so many hard times and she was the one that was there for me, she does all these amazing things for me. I love her because she's always there for me, she's always willing to put me first, she's willing to do so much for me. Even the small things like making me cinnamon rolls in the morning or the pretty recent time she bought a sexy outfit for me. I don't want to leave her but I am not happy anymore. I feel like we grew up differently. As we grow up we drop pieces of us and pick new ones up and I'm afraid that the part of me that needed her to make my happy was dropped off and the part I picked up to keep me happy was something she can't offer me.
My mothers advice was to give it a timer. Flip an hour glass and if we can't fix it by then we need to break up. The idea of us breaking up scares me because of so many reasons. I still care about her, I don't want to hurt her. I don't know what it's like to be single. Will I ever find anyone else to make me as happy as she once did? What am I going to tell her if I still feel unhappy with her after we work on our relationship? I'm scared and I don't know what to do...