I am 23 and have spent a total of ten months single since I was 13. It’s not that I jump from guy to guy, but I was in a relationship for eight years and whenever we broke up I would have a “fill-in” boyfriend to fill my void.
I’m newly back in the dating game, so I’m pretty much going to try any way I can to meet new people.
While I love the homemade cooking and the absence of sending a rent check out every month, if I have to open one more text message that asks when I’m coming home, I might go crazy.
You’ll have plans set for weeks and at the very last minute she’ll cancel them because something came up with him. She’ll bring him absolutely everywhere with her, even when you may think it’s a girls’ night — it won’t be.
I’ve dated before, been in relationships, broken hearts, had my heart broken, lost a best friend. But this heartbreak is different. This heartbreak is the kind where your whole being just shatters into a million pieces.
I hope you don’t take this as a threat or a desperate plea to get him back.
You were everything I never knew before and everything I wanted to learn more about.