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[–] Jordain47 ago 

Story time. Don't ask me my reasoning because I'll never be able to explain this to myself, let alone anyone else.

I had a girlfriend, she was 4 years younger than me and still fresh-faced and naive. I was 20, she was 16 (UK, so no lawbreaking involved). We were together for the best part of a year, and she WORSHIPPED me. To the point where it was worrying and, to be honest, kind of annoying. I said jump, she said how high. Obviously I could have used this situation to my advantage but, little did I realise, it was actually me that ended up trapped.

I wanted to end the relationship for a while, but this essentially stopped me.

Now for the unexplainable part; It was 2AM, we were both laid in bed, sweaty and heavy-breathing from a particularly passionate sesh. I rolled over, looked her in the eye and told her it was over, no real explanation, just that it didn't 'feel right' anymore. Such a cop-out, I know. Fast forward half an hour and she's screaming at me in her bedroom, pounding her fists against my chest as I slowly and awkwardly pull my clothes on and find my car keys. After doing my best to stop her crying (and waking her parents up gulp), I decided it was best to leave. So leave I did. 2:30AM and I was walking down her stairs while she was trying to literally drag me back into her bedroom. I shot her a sorrowful look, apologised again and drove off into the night. If I had sunglasses in my car, I'd have worn them, night or no.

Obviously I felt terrible for a long time, until I was told she was convincing everyone that I was unfaithful, and that was the reason for the break up. This was untrue, and sort of turned my regret into semi-anger. Which died down and now all is good. I am by no means proud of what happened, but somehow could not see the relationship ending any other way.