Okay, time to get real here. I went back and forth about writing this article for a while and finally decided to bite the bullet. This is something that I’ve found more people are too well acquainted with and it makes me so sad that young women and men go through this all the time. So, if you’re going through a messy breakup, this one’s for you.
So I had been dating this guy for over a year. We had grown up in the same town our entire lives and had never crossed paths until out of the blue, he followed me on Instagram. It was like I had struck gold. This perfect human being had fallen into my lap and I knew I had found the one. It was fate. We dated for three months before I moved away for my first year of college and we handled it like pros. I will admit, I completely abused the FaceTime app and he got lonely. He held most everything in and I probably didn’t ask enough about how he was truly feeling. We split for about two-and-a-half weeks and I fought tooth and nail for him back. We got back together for 3 more months of bliss and then I found myself here at CWU. He came up to visit the first week and then seemingly out of nowhere, broke up with me. I was devastated and most definitely heartbroken but decided because of his track record in relationships and his family situation, I needed to let him go. I couldn’t love someone for them and had a life to live.
But wait there’s more…
Flash forwards two weeks, and I’m seeing other people. At this point completely got over it. And then my phone rings.
It was my best friend of three years. She had been with me through a previous toxic relationship and she was one of the first people I had told about him. We were like the three musketeers, an iconic trio. I trusted both of them more than anyone. I confided in them for everything.
As soon as she said the words, “I’m so sorry, you loved him,” I connected the dots. He had cheated on me with my best friend.
So where do we go from here?
It’s been two weeks since that fateful phone call and where am I now? Still recovering, to be honest. The first week after consisted of angry phone calls between the two of them and me, scrolling aimlessly through tinder hoping for someone to confide in again and wondering how I could have been so blind. He had turned into a monster. Someone who had taken up the better part of two summers and betrayed me. I just couldn’t figure out why it had happened to me.
But here’s the thing. I know full well I was a good girlfriend. I made as much time as I could for him and loved him to my fullest capacity (only for him to have “I loved him too much,” but that’s beside the point LOL). I had blocked them out of my life and that was final. I know I am deserving of love and I know someone will come along and be all I need again.
I may have not been perfect, but I was and am enough.
The most helpful thing to me in this time of growth is to realize that I am good enough and that I can and will focus my energy on something positive. I am beautiful. I am absolutely deserving of love. And I will find that person for me.
Anyways, time to stay away from “C” names…