taki yume
October 10th, 2005, 10:48 PM
*Sigh* Where to begin....
I suppose my problem with relationships in general started in 10th grade (about 2 or 3 years ago) when I had my first "boyfriend" (and I use that in the loosest sense of the term...I don't really consider it a real relationship), Andrew (I'm going to use fake names here cause I just don't feel confortable using the real ones). He's really short and has/had self-esteem issues. He was taking a break from dating because it was just too much drama for him, but his friends found out that I had a crush on him. The basically harrassed him into asking me out because it would "boost his self-esteem". 1) What kind of friends DO that? 2) Who basis a "relationship" on that anyway?!
In the end he broke up with me to date someone else. Oh well, big loss there, right? @_@
(Note: I didn't really figure this all out until after we broke up. Something that happens everytime.)
While we had been dating (Andrew and I), my friend Matt decided to bring Dance Dance Revolution for us to play during lunch since none of us did anything or ate anyway. Matt and Andrew met and to this day are best friends.
THEN! Matt came to me and told me that he was bi and had a crush on Andrew. I didn't have a problem with it (although I was kind of jelious because I had more of a crush on Matt than anyone else, including before I dated Andrew). Matt ended up telling Andrew, but Andrew was just kind of like "Well that's great, but I'm not all that interested. Lets just be friends."
About two weeks later, Matt asked me out. Why, I'll never know. He doesn't either, which is just wonderful.
We dated for about 14 and half months, and I don't even know if I consider THIS a real relationship. I was used, abused and had my emotions toyed with for over a year because of this guy, who never really cared about me.
I should have realized what was going on when after 3 months, he claimed to "love me". Plus, Matt is an uber pervert. There is no limit or end to what he'll try to get away with, or where. He pressured me to do stuff (sexually) that I never wanted any part of, and when I told him "no" or just pulled away, he'd usually stop. Then we'd go home and he'd call or IM and guilt trip me. And then try again the next time we were together. And I'm not just talking alone. Movie theaters, even with our friends and YOUNGER SIBLINGS next to us. He even tried to get me to blow him in the back of the car with my family and his best friend next to/in front of us!
I finally got sick of being around him (that and he started to make my skin crawl) and broke up with him, thank the Gods. I think that's the only GOOD decision I've ever made in my life. I don't know why I ever put up with him, or how I managed to for so long. He didn't care when I broke up with him either! He, the guy who CLAIMED he loved me, didn't give a crap! He just kind of laughed and said "wow, what a way to start a morning."
...To think I ever let myself care and worry about him. I'm such a moron.
This rant doesn't even give justice to what he did, or how I feel from it. I'm so metanlly scarred I don't know how to deal with it sometimes. I've never been raped (unless Matt and his constant sexual pressure count), but I feel like I have. Its the only way I can think of to explain how horrible he is and how I feel after this.
And I still cared about him for 4 months after I broke up with him. For FOUR MONTHS I actually MISSED being with him. I don't know what was wrong with me. I was treated so horribly, like I wasn't even a person, and yet I felt like I made a MISTAKE breaking up with him. (Of course, I know better now, 6 months after breaking up with him (that's 2 months after I felt like I made a mistake).) I even told him so evenutally. I thank the God's that after we broke up he decided to be gay again. He told me that at "this point in his life" he wasn't ready to try a relationship with me again, but he could see us together at some point down the road. And to my ever lasting shame, I was sort of happy. I was like a small glimmer of hope, at the time.
Is there no limit to my stupidity?
I hate him now. Thank the Gods I've realized what happened and what he did to me. My friends all know I hate him. He doesn't know that I hate him though. For the last 6 months, he thought that we were still friends. Although I've shunned him the last week or so, so he asked me last night if he did something to upset me recently. I told him "no, not recently". I think he got the message because he said something and then we got a bit into how he treated me and he "didn't know it bothered me so much". LIKE HELL HE DIDN'T KNOW! I TOLD HIM ON A NUMBER OF OCCASIONS THAT IT BOTHERED ME, AND ALL HE DID WAS SAY "well its what I'm used to in a relationship."
He tried to defend himself. I don't remember what the excuse was, I was too upset from slicing open old wounds. But it was basically along the lines of "i didn't know it bothered you" and "before i met you, that's why i dated people."
In the end, I told him that I couldn't deal with being around him in person, but I'd be able to be civil with him online. He said that he'd respect it. It's sad, but that's the only positive thing he's ever done for me. And its really not all that much.
And thinking about it now, from what he said last night, it almost sounded like he actually missed me.
Oh, I think I remember what his defense was. I think he said that he now realized that he lost a wonderful person because he was too busy treating them (me) like I wasn't there other than to please him. Or basically something like that was said...(I'm trying hard to remember what really was said and in what order so I don't twist this this story. I hate it when people tell something their own way to make people side with them, and I'm going to extreme efforts not to do it here.)
The thing is, is that he never "loved" me. I know he didn't, he wouldn't have done what he did if he "loved" me. Of course, I have no faith in the words "I love you". I never have, even before I met him (although for a time, I thought that I DID "love" him...but I was just dillusional, as always).
And so concludes my long, confusing, pathetic and insane rant. Which no one will probably bother to read, but I just needed to write this all somewhere...
Am I wrong to think that he misses me? ...Oh Gods, please help me. I think, dispite it all, I'm starting, not much but the slightest, tinyest bit, to miss him again. I don't WANT to want him back! I had had half a chance, I would honestly, probably, muder him. That's how much I hate him.
This is all so incredibly stupid...Why am I such a loser? >.<!
I suppose my problem with relationships in general started in 10th grade (about 2 or 3 years ago) when I had my first "boyfriend" (and I use that in the loosest sense of the term...I don't really consider it a real relationship), Andrew (I'm going to use fake names here cause I just don't feel confortable using the real ones). He's really short and has/had self-esteem issues. He was taking a break from dating because it was just too much drama for him, but his friends found out that I had a crush on him. The basically harrassed him into asking me out because it would "boost his self-esteem". 1) What kind of friends DO that? 2) Who basis a "relationship" on that anyway?!
In the end he broke up with me to date someone else. Oh well, big loss there, right? @_@
(Note: I didn't really figure this all out until after we broke up. Something that happens everytime.)
While we had been dating (Andrew and I), my friend Matt decided to bring Dance Dance Revolution for us to play during lunch since none of us did anything or ate anyway. Matt and Andrew met and to this day are best friends.
THEN! Matt came to me and told me that he was bi and had a crush on Andrew. I didn't have a problem with it (although I was kind of jelious because I had more of a crush on Matt than anyone else, including before I dated Andrew). Matt ended up telling Andrew, but Andrew was just kind of like "Well that's great, but I'm not all that interested. Lets just be friends."
About two weeks later, Matt asked me out. Why, I'll never know. He doesn't either, which is just wonderful.
We dated for about 14 and half months, and I don't even know if I consider THIS a real relationship. I was used, abused and had my emotions toyed with for over a year because of this guy, who never really cared about me.
I should have realized what was going on when after 3 months, he claimed to "love me". Plus, Matt is an uber pervert. There is no limit or end to what he'll try to get away with, or where. He pressured me to do stuff (sexually) that I never wanted any part of, and when I told him "no" or just pulled away, he'd usually stop. Then we'd go home and he'd call or IM and guilt trip me. And then try again the next time we were together. And I'm not just talking alone. Movie theaters, even with our friends and YOUNGER SIBLINGS next to us. He even tried to get me to blow him in the back of the car with my family and his best friend next to/in front of us!
I finally got sick of being around him (that and he started to make my skin crawl) and broke up with him, thank the Gods. I think that's the only GOOD decision I've ever made in my life. I don't know why I ever put up with him, or how I managed to for so long. He didn't care when I broke up with him either! He, the guy who CLAIMED he loved me, didn't give a crap! He just kind of laughed and said "wow, what a way to start a morning."
...To think I ever let myself care and worry about him. I'm such a moron.
This rant doesn't even give justice to what he did, or how I feel from it. I'm so metanlly scarred I don't know how to deal with it sometimes. I've never been raped (unless Matt and his constant sexual pressure count), but I feel like I have. Its the only way I can think of to explain how horrible he is and how I feel after this.
And I still cared about him for 4 months after I broke up with him. For FOUR MONTHS I actually MISSED being with him. I don't know what was wrong with me. I was treated so horribly, like I wasn't even a person, and yet I felt like I made a MISTAKE breaking up with him. (Of course, I know better now, 6 months after breaking up with him (that's 2 months after I felt like I made a mistake).) I even told him so evenutally. I thank the God's that after we broke up he decided to be gay again. He told me that at "this point in his life" he wasn't ready to try a relationship with me again, but he could see us together at some point down the road. And to my ever lasting shame, I was sort of happy. I was like a small glimmer of hope, at the time.
Is there no limit to my stupidity?
I hate him now. Thank the Gods I've realized what happened and what he did to me. My friends all know I hate him. He doesn't know that I hate him though. For the last 6 months, he thought that we were still friends. Although I've shunned him the last week or so, so he asked me last night if he did something to upset me recently. I told him "no, not recently". I think he got the message because he said something and then we got a bit into how he treated me and he "didn't know it bothered me so much". LIKE HELL HE DIDN'T KNOW! I TOLD HIM ON A NUMBER OF OCCASIONS THAT IT BOTHERED ME, AND ALL HE DID WAS SAY "well its what I'm used to in a relationship."
He tried to defend himself. I don't remember what the excuse was, I was too upset from slicing open old wounds. But it was basically along the lines of "i didn't know it bothered you" and "before i met you, that's why i dated people."
In the end, I told him that I couldn't deal with being around him in person, but I'd be able to be civil with him online. He said that he'd respect it. It's sad, but that's the only positive thing he's ever done for me. And its really not all that much.
And thinking about it now, from what he said last night, it almost sounded like he actually missed me.
Oh, I think I remember what his defense was. I think he said that he now realized that he lost a wonderful person because he was too busy treating them (me) like I wasn't there other than to please him. Or basically something like that was said...(I'm trying hard to remember what really was said and in what order so I don't twist this this story. I hate it when people tell something their own way to make people side with them, and I'm going to extreme efforts not to do it here.)
The thing is, is that he never "loved" me. I know he didn't, he wouldn't have done what he did if he "loved" me. Of course, I have no faith in the words "I love you". I never have, even before I met him (although for a time, I thought that I DID "love" him...but I was just dillusional, as always).
And so concludes my long, confusing, pathetic and insane rant. Which no one will probably bother to read, but I just needed to write this all somewhere...
Am I wrong to think that he misses me? ...Oh Gods, please help me. I think, dispite it all, I'm starting, not much but the slightest, tinyest bit, to miss him again. I don't WANT to want him back! I had had half a chance, I would honestly, probably, muder him. That's how much I hate him.
This is all so incredibly stupid...Why am I such a loser? >.<!