Eh, i was dating a girl for 2 years. Apologies on the Wall of Text critting you for 10k, and you dying
One friday night she calls me up and says "I think we need to take a break".. Confused (as the previous weekend she had gushed about how she'd never been this happy with anyone before), i said "okay".. The following monday she calls me up and says "I decided i miss you and want you back."
Stupid me said okay. Of course later on i found out she had been out with another guy that whole weekend.
A month went by, but i think the seed of doubt had been laid in my mind that this relationship was in dire straits. Nothing was quite the same. Anyways, i went around to her apartment one night to try to talk to her, but she wasn't around. Turns out she had taken off for a week of fun at Canada's Wonderland (an amusement park) without telling me.
For a full week, i heard nothing from her. Finally she came back and told me she needed some time to herself to think. I told her to fuck that, what the heck was going on? She'd taken off for a week without telling me and i didn't think this was very fair to me.
She said some crap about "I love you, but i can't LOVE you, right now."
I cried like a little girl, but respected her desire for some distance and steered clear of her for 4 months.
Happened to walk into a bar one night whilst celebrating with my best friend about my finally getting a real job... I swear i did NOT see the ex-gf sitting there with a group of her friends.. I had a rip-roaring good time, and was slightly tipsy and VERY loud.. The entire bar was in stitches..I was the life of the party and the center of attention.. (This was a complaint the ex had had about me.. That i didn't know how to have "fun"..)
Suddenly, my buddy grabs me and says "Drew, we have to go NOW".. I didn't quite understand why, and then i saw her... If looks could kill, i would've been vaporized. I was a bit surprised that she was out this night because originally i was supposed to be accompanying her to the wedding of a friend that day that was about 2 hours away..I walked past her without saying a word, and then.. Liquid courage kicked in and i said "Fuck that." I turned around at the door, and walked right over to her table. You could tell this completely intimidated her..
I just got this shit-eating grin on my face and said "Hey there! How are you doing? I'm surprised to see you out tonite.. I thought you were supposed to be at your friend's wedding! I guess this says alot about what kind of person you've become! At any rate, it's great seeing you, but i've got to jet." Then i noticed that the guy she was with was someone who i had become pretty good friends with, but i knew he had always had an eye on the girl, so i said "Hey there, budd. How do my sloppy seconds taste? You take care now" and I walked out of the bar...
My buddy was in awe. "That was the most fucking incredible thing i have ever witnessed Drew. That was incredible."
We sparred for about a year after that, back and forth. She would come and tell me she wanted things to be cool between us again, but then if i tried to be cordial in a public setting she would accuse me of stalking her. I learned my lesson to stay away.
She saw me out with another woman one night, and came over and tried to embarass me in front of her by suggesting I still had a pair of her underwear and that i enjoyed wearing it..
The final straw was the night she saw me out with the woman who would become my wife.
It was a real "moment of truth kind of deal". My future-wife was doing a poetry reading at the bar that this girl worked at, and of COURSE she was working that night. Kept glaring at me and at her, and i kept doing my best to avoid her gaze..
Anyways, my wife got up there and did her reading, and as she walked back, she walked RIGHT past the ex, and the ex got up and started walking behind her, and i could see them BOTH staring at me (my wife completely unaware of who was behind her)... I had to make that choice of who i was gonna make eye contact with and smile at, and i chose my wife..
The EX stormed out of the bar (i thought she was gonna kick my wife's ass, actually), and apparently went and found my car and scratched the shit out of it.
To this day, i think the ex regrets letting me go. Strange things keep happening that make me believe she's watching me. Friends of her's who have no business contacting me on facebook trying to add me as a friend..
And when my son was born, out of the blue i got an email from the EX just congratulating me.
My response to her: "You have a lot of nerve."