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My girlfriend broke up with me. I am 25 years old and I was in love. I just cannot fathom why she left me.
She left me without a real explanation, just said that she wasn't into me any more and that we doesn't want to see or talk to me any longer.
I tried calling her, but she blocked my phone and blocked me on all social media. Her friends also did that.
I know that she likes this one coffee place near her work that she visits frequently.
I confess that I've gone to this place every day in hopes of seeing her and talking to her to find out why she left me.
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I love doing my meth behind my Gf back. I am the best functioning addict ever. I have a nice home, an awesome car, and a great job that pays a lot.
I know I'm going to dump her soon (most likely tomorrow). Because she has a horrible personality. I was trying to wait until next month when her youngest sister turns 18. So I can open her pussy with my big cock, but I'm done wasting my time.
So today I'm going to go on a day of perverted Savagery. I'm going to smoke good all-day ( Meth and Weed). Her youngest sister is almost here she asked if she practices sucking cock on me. So of course I said yes!! Also wow typing this up my GF other sister (Be has 4 and my GF is the 2nd oldest). Is already here at my place with my dick in her ass.
I'm just going let them get me thru this break up.
The online relationship started a long time ago. It involved abuse and manipulation, it was so bad that i didn't realize until it was too late. There was nothing i wouldn't have done, it left me empty and completely dependent on him. He left me, all i ever asked for was my love to be returned and to be given the affection any girlfriend would receive. When he left i wrote a suicide note and decided to end my life.
I don't know where i would be had it not been for an amazing guy we will call william. He scooped me up, loved me, and treated me in a way i never felt before. I was happy and trying so hard to forget the guy i met online.
When he came back into my life, i felt as vulnerable as the time i was with him. Though i never cheated on william, i began to hate him for not being my first love. Again, i became dependent and desperate to be with the other guy. William and me ended things, he could see right through me and had enough. I tried to be with my first love and was sure things would work out this time.
He lied to me about everything. He was with someone else. I found out and again i was broken. The whole time he was with her, it didn't matter if i was happy, he needed me to be broken and dependent on him.
He had someone who he said he was in love with and was happy. He said i was a mistake and he just wanted me to be with someone else. Never mind that when he was harassing me i was with someone else and trying to be happy. ( he knew that)
So here i am again, living a hell i deserve for hurting a good man. Every night i think about killing myself. Never let anyone take away your free will, even if they say they love you. All this taught me is what a horrible person i am. The online guy out living his happy life (with her at his side), and all i can think is me being in this state is what i deserve.
my partner has been getting very distant with me over the past month or so and i keep nervously walking myself through the benefits of being single to brace myself for being broken up with. they’re... not the person they were when we started dating. they did a complete 180° as a person since then, and i like who they are now and enjoy talking to them even with that change, but i’m worrying.
they’ve been busy and distant, and asked for me to just label them as a partner while they question if they’re aromantic or not. but because of that i can’t tell if they’re being distant over this month to prepare me to be broken up with, or if they’re just busy and reflecting on themself. i don’t even know what i would do if we weren’t romantically involved anymore?
we’ve been together more than a year now and were best friends for years before dating - they’re my closest friend, the person i trust and open up to more than anyone ever in my life. feeling distance between us is painful and scary... sometimes i wonder if i would be happier in a romantic relationship with someone else who better fits me, if us becoming friends instead of lovers would be good and i could find someone with a matching sex drive who’s more masculine and dominant (which is more my type than they are now). but they’re so close to me and i really feel like a happy old married couple with them, like i feel secure and cared for and i have someone i trust always by my side.
i just don’t know what to do, mostly because i don’t really know if there’s anything to do at all. it basically all hinges on whether or not they’re aromantic - if they are, we’re back to being best friends. if they aren’t, we’re together still. i don’t know what i would even prefer at this point either; all that i want is, selfishly, to be #1 in their life and more important than anyone else. that’s selfish, i know, but i want them to myself and i wouldn’t be able to stand seeing him date another person... when we were best friends they dated their current friend, and seeing their relationship constantly shoved in my face when i just had a hopeful crush was so painful. i can’t even imagine having to see it and knowing i’d been effectively replaced.
i’m just scared and nervous and confused. i don’t even think being best friends would really be too horrible at the end of the day. i don’t think i even know what i want.
what the fuck do i even do, man.
i have the greatest boyfriend in the whole world and i feel so lucky to call him mine but sometimes i just get so selfish and i think about breaking up with him just to see him fight to get me back because i always feel insecure about myself and i don’t know why he’s dating me. idk tbh
I got a recommendation from Instagram to follow my ex gfs new profile and because I don't care about my mental health I stalked her whole profile and became severely depressed thinking about how much I miss her and still love her. I had a breakdown, cut myself, and cried on the phone to my friend. I'm worried I may never move on from her because I truly feel like she was the only love of my life.
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On the 8th of April 2015 I confessed to a girl who seemed to have no interest whatsoever in me. We got closer and closer as the days passed. Two weeks from the confession day, she asked me out on a date (25th April). We went for a movie date. That was my first and my last date with her. We held hands throughout the movie. We weren't even officially together when we went on that date. On the night of 10th May 2015, she asked me to officially be her girlfriend. I was over cloud 9. My happiest moment. We were like the happiest couple but I don't know why she started ignoring me. Exactly on her birthday was our one month as a couple. Things weren't roses between us but I still loved her. The ignoring got worse after her birthday. For 2 weeks I felt like poop. Being ignored by the person I loved the most. I decided to break it off with her considering the fact that she didn't seem to have interest in me anymore. She agreed which shattered my heart into pieces because what's lost will never return.
I cried like a baby that night. 45 days with her. It's not that long but every memory just makes me smile. It's been 2 months since the break up and now she treats me like a stranger. It hurts.
So, freshman year in high school I had my first boyfriend (I am female). We had dated before during the summer but it hadn't worked out. I never stopped having feelings for him, and I got some friends to talk him into asking me out. We were at one of my friends birthday parties, and she told him that he should date me. He laid on my chest while we played "never have I ever" and he was heavier than me, so I wasn't super comfortable but I loved being with him so I didn't say anything. After that we played truth or dare, and some friends dared us to play "seven minutes in heaven. We got to the closet and there was memory foam in it so it was very comfortable. That night we stayed in that closet for nearly two hours, simply laying with each other. He asked me out and I said yes. Shortly after he did, he kissed me and used tongue. We laid together for a bit longer and he started groping me. It felt nice, and he told me I have very nice boobs (32 D). After that we tried to fall asleep together, and he used my tit as a pillow. But the friends came in at about 2 or 3 am and told us we had to sleep in separate rooms. People thought we were fucking. A few days later there was a soccer game, it was raining and our friends encouraged us to go behind the school and make out. So we did, after talking for a while he kissed me. He groped my ass and tits. We both do cross country, so the following week on the bus home from a cross country meet (it was pretty late, and winter so it was dark) he put his hand on my leg and kept sliding it up until he was touching my vagina through my jeans. He also had his arm around me and was trying to grope me. I whispered to him that it probably wouldn't work because I was wearing jeans, and he stopped. I leaned on him and we stayed like that, his arm around me and my hand on his leg. I decided that I wanted to him to keep going, and his hand was on top of mine (the one on his leg) so I took that hand and put it near my breast. He didn't seem to get it so I put it right on it so that he would touch it. He groped it and used his hand to draw circles around my nipple. Then we started to approach our school so he stopped, and we got off the bus and parted ways. Flash forward to Thursday of that week. We had a cross country practice and after practice, I changed and we went in the back of the school, behind a shed. We started kissing, and he was groping my ass and tits. After a moment he started rubbing his hand on my pussy, through my pants. Then he slipped his hand down my pants, and started rubbing on it through my panties, but they had slipped to the side. He then moved them fully and rubbed around. Then he put his hand farther down, and slipped his finger into my vagina. His hands are bigger than mine so it hurt a bit when he first put it in, but then after I got used to it I started moving my hips against his movements. He didn't know what he was doing, so he kept taking his finger out and trying to rub my clit (which he didn't find). Then he would put it back in and just sort of jam it in and out. It wasn't too bad, probably because it was a brand new thing for me. While this was happening he tried to get his hand under my bra, and ended up just moving it to the side so he could feel my breasts without it in the way. He was gentle at first but then started getting a little rough. He stopped fingering me and lifted up my shirt, and then started kissing(maybe licking??) my chest, and massaging my breasts. He tried to unclip my bra, and I decided to do it for him. Then, he noticed the time and said he had to go. He hugged me once more, and left.
Later that night I told two of my closets friends, and I decided to talk to him because I did not like how quickly the relationship was moving. So, we started talking and I told him that. He said that he wasn't planning on doing that it had ended up doing it anyways. He started talking about how hard the relationship was and how he had gotten more stressed when it had started. Then I told him something about how much I had wanted our relationship to work, and he said that he wasn't as into it as me. I was crying at this point. He asked me what he did wrong while he was fingering me and I explained to him a bit of how he should've kept a steady rhythm and how he should've actually found my clit, and maybe went for my G spot. After that he told me that he wasn't happy with our relationship and that we werent similar, and that I was too quiet (I was quiet bc i was nervous around him) and stuff like that. He said that he was pushed into the relationship. He said that he felt that he should've never gotten into the relationship, and that hurt me a lot because I really, really liked him and wanted to spend more time with him, but not move so quickly. He had said that he had asked me out on impulse, and was only thinking of the physical things (basically wanted to use me). And that our relationship was stupid. Then I asked him what he was going to do (was he gonna break up with me or wait and see if it worked out.) He said " I don't think I can do this anymore". I was crying so hard at this point because I had wanted this relationship for so long, and it turned out that he didn't even care about me. Then he said "in any case, bye, see you tomorrow. This will work itself out." I later learned from a mutual friend that he had broken up with me. I certainly did not think that he did, because his texts were very misleading. I felt so hurt from that and hated him. But I couldn't really hate him because I still liked him. Every time I saw him it hurt me. Then when I asked him if he had actually broken up with me (because he was super unclear and I wanted to check with him) he said yes, and left me by saying "k". He was extremely rude, and took so much from me. If I had dated him longer and not boughten up the fact that we were moving too quickly, I probably would've lost my virginity to him.
I know this isn't exactly a blowjob story, but I am still pissed about that and wanted to tell someone.
I need to confess.
I've never asked for much in my life. Just to be happy. I can't seem to ever find it though. Every time I do it always ends up being fake. I hate that so much. But a while back I found happiness in a girl. She was everything I've ever wanted and more. I devoted my life to keeping her happy and I did everything to do so. We were inseparable, or so I thought. One day, not too long ago in fact, she decided to just throw away all we worked so hard to achieve.
I was so devastated I tried to kill myself numerous times. When my knives were finally taken away I looked up key points on my veins and took thumbtacks to each point. Several at a time too. The pain was unbearable and I thought it would work. It didn't obviously. People saw the scars and finally I got help. I was gone for a few days but it felt like a lifetime. When I finally got out of where I was I felt better but not helped. I still have thoughts of death and suicide and am having them now as I type these words. The scars serve as my own permanent reminder of what I went through. Everyone wants me to promise never to do it again...but these promises have been made in vain....
I am afraid that I let my relationship get to the point of it being broken. I'll don't think I'll ever find anyone like her in my life again. I think we've both known for the last year it's over, but don't know how to be apart.
I just got broken up with but it isn't a bad thing cause I wanted to break up with them but it still hurts.
I thought it was okay through a breakup but now I'm just suffering and wish she would come back. Now I'm trying everything just to get her notice me again.
I think I am going to break up with my girlfriend. She got her hair cut short and I do not like it. It just looks terrible.
I do not want to sound superficial but now she really looks ugly.
I’m dating this girl but the only reason we are tougher is because I’m to afraid to break up. I’d feel to guilty because she tells me all the time how much she loves me. I was at a low point when we got together but I just don’t feel in love with her anymore. She recently added an ex on Snapchat and started texting him casually. I didn’t give it much thought until she changed her phone password. She’s never done anything suspicious in the past but a side of me hopes she texting him more and wants to be with him instead of me. It would be the best way to end things without me feeling like a bad guy.
Okay. So me and my partner have been struggling quite a lot recently with arguing and things like that. Well we'd just had an argument and I'd stormed off and was sitting in my car thinking about how and why I'd not done so great in relationships before. So obviously, I sought feedback from my ex.
A bit of backstory, my ex broke up with me after 1.5 years of dating. It wasn't a great relationship, we argued a lot and broke up and got back together etc. Anyway. He had a gambling addiction that I found out about, he told me he'd stopped and been done with gambling for a year so I took him for a celebratory meal etc. Anyways, I find out about 6 months after it was all a lie and he'd been gambling behind my back and its why he never had money (he told me he was saving for a house). This led to me controlling his finances (he asked me to) and obviously started the strain on the relationship because of the lie and the constant lying on top of that.
He breaks up with me outside a pub at 12.30pm and never gave me an honest answer as to why things ended. So during this argument, I thought I need to know. So I reached out to him and was really nice and polite like hey hope you're well etc but why did you break up with me kind of thing...
I didn't expect a reply, but I got one. And he said that he was struggling at the time and it was intense etc but he couldn't think of a reason. Anyway, I left it a day (things have been resolved with my partner) and thought I'll just reply and say thanks, hope you're well, carry on getting help and hope the family is okay.
I send the message.
He's blocked me.
Why?
Cause he's the biggest time wasting individual who doesn't deserve a food word spoken about him who goes around, lying to everyone and everything and then running away from the situation.
I rlly want to talk to someone about it but I lied to my best mate and said I didn't text him and can't tell my partner cause it would hurt them. So here I am, silently fuming cause I didn't get the last word and wanting to just tell him once and for all to shove his over entitled head up his own arse.
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I was cleaning out part of my parents' house and found prom pictures from 16 years ago. The date and I were in a long-term relationship that went south fast once we hit college.
I threw the photos away, and it felt good. She was a manipulative thief who lived nothing but lies.
I had a sexual relationship with my team leader at office. he said he likes to finger woman. I let him do that. Most of the time we have sex, he fingers me and the actual penetration would be only for five minutes after which he cums. I was okay with his way of sex. I never complained. But, one weekend when we met, he said he was going to finger me more that day. I wondered what he wants to do with me. That day he freaked me out. He kept fingering me for an half an hour. I went crazy. I had multiple orgasms. Collapsed in the bed, but he kept doing that. I begged him to stop that, but in vain. He looked like he was not getting enough. I had no idea how many times I have had orgasms that day. Finally he enters me after what felt like an eternity and cums in five minutes.
I was afraid at his extremity of desire to finger women. I broke up with him for that reason after that day.
I’m in love with my ex, he left me so I could experiment while he’s gone and honestly I think it made me hotter for him.
There is no difference if you cheat on your girlfriend or not. It simply does not matter. If you are loyal and faithful to her, she will talk down to you anyway and accuse you of cheating "with that b*itch". Does not matter if it is the truth or not. Of course, denying it does not help the matter either. She will not believe you. Period. You start to fight and eventually break up because there is no trust between you two.
And if you cheat and the truth comes out, you are at the same point as if you would have told the truth right from the beginning.
It just does not make sense and it definitely does not matter.
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I don't love my girlfriend but I don't break up with her either. I guess I'll break up with her in the next time but I feel guilty about it. I always try to talk to her when something annoys me but she always reacts kind of angry and offended. When I break up with her I am going to tell her all the things that bothers me; no matter what she's saying.
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