Ravenne
Rough_Rock
- Joined
- Jul 30, 2011
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- 97
And no, I'm not engaged.
After a string of events that neither my ex or I had any control over, we were forced to end our relationship. I honestly believe that his parents forced him to end things with me and that if he'd had a choice, he would never have. But after the undeserved open hostility I received from his parents, there is no way I will ever allow myself to be abused so badly by people I'm supposed to be family with. The only way we could be together is for him to cut ties with them, and I know he would never do that. I would always be second place to them.
And that's all the information I really need.
So I'm picking up the pieces, trying to live as normally as possible while I come to terms with the end of a commitment that I had made with all my soul. Our 4th anniversary would've been in February. I'm sure it's for the best, but part of me will always love him, I believe. And I also believe a part of him will always love me. And that's the hardest part: knowing that neither of us really wanted to leave each other. But in the end, he will always choose them.
So yeah...
And to make matters worse my mom keeps going over it again and again saying there had to be a reason. I know the reason! She just won't accept that it wasn't the things she normally broke up with people for. She thinks there had to be something wrong with the relationship in general. She even asked me if I was cheating on him and he found out. Geez... She just won't leave it alone and it's making her anxiety disorder go through the roof and that makes me upset which only makes it worse for her. But she thinks "I got over it so fast." Bull-hockey. I'm not over it. A day hasn't gone by that I haven't cried, and I don't expect that to change for a while. That conversation just made things a million times worse. Ugh...
I'll still be hanging around here. I like reading about other people's happiness. It keeps my chin up while I wait for myself to feel normal again.
After a string of events that neither my ex or I had any control over, we were forced to end our relationship. I honestly believe that his parents forced him to end things with me and that if he'd had a choice, he would never have. But after the undeserved open hostility I received from his parents, there is no way I will ever allow myself to be abused so badly by people I'm supposed to be family with. The only way we could be together is for him to cut ties with them, and I know he would never do that. I would always be second place to them.
And that's all the information I really need.
So I'm picking up the pieces, trying to live as normally as possible while I come to terms with the end of a commitment that I had made with all my soul. Our 4th anniversary would've been in February. I'm sure it's for the best, but part of me will always love him, I believe. And I also believe a part of him will always love me. And that's the hardest part: knowing that neither of us really wanted to leave each other. But in the end, he will always choose them.
So yeah...
And to make matters worse my mom keeps going over it again and again saying there had to be a reason. I know the reason! She just won't accept that it wasn't the things she normally broke up with people for. She thinks there had to be something wrong with the relationship in general. She even asked me if I was cheating on him and he found out. Geez... She just won't leave it alone and it's making her anxiety disorder go through the roof and that makes me upset which only makes it worse for her. But she thinks "I got over it so fast." Bull-hockey. I'm not over it. A day hasn't gone by that I haven't cried, and I don't expect that to change for a while. That conversation just made things a million times worse. Ugh...
I'll still be hanging around here. I like reading about other people's happiness. It keeps my chin up while I wait for myself to feel normal again.