I’ll be 21 years old on Tuesday, and I am a junior in college. I’m trying to deal with a cheating partner, and it’s not going so well. I suppose I’ll just get right into it.
I started dating my girlfriend in the 10th grade of high school. We were unbelievably happy together, and I couldn’t imagine life without her. Two and a half blissful years, until we went away to college. We went to different schools, but they were within the same city and very much accessible to one another. We planned to stay together. However, as many of you may have guessed at this point, that did not last. Just a few weeks into our freshman year, we split up. It was very emotional, but we agreed that things had changed; we had grown apart, and wanted to experience college “the right way.”
I was miserable. Depressed, angry, and probably drinking a little too heavily, I completely cut off ties with her. We had each lost our best friend. She tried to reach out to me a few times over the year, but each time I shot her down. Despite the loss, the thought of being around her killed me. I admit that a complete walling off is not the perfect way to deal with a breakup that probably requires some communication. But, of course, no one’s perfect. I always remained very much in love with her, and refusing to acknowledge her was the only way I was able to deal.
She started dating a new guy by November. I was hurt by her expediency, and as a result I had a new girlfriend by December, hoping to upset my ex. I realize that this was immature, and unfair to my new girlfriend. But once again, I didn’t care.
I suppose this is where things differ from your average story about high school sweethearts and college breakups.
The end of the year rolled around, and it was time to return home for the summer. I hadn’t talked to my ex in probably six months, excluding an occasional message from her that she wanted to repair our friendship, and my blunt refusals. One day, right during the stress of finals, I received another one of her texts asking to talk. She had broken up with her boyfriend. For reasons beyond my understanding, this time I was receptive.
We didn’t talk about anything substantive, just the lighthearted banter that I had loved some much. I moved back home for the summer, and broke up with my girlfriend. A few days later, I met up with my high school sweetheart, and we were back together in the blink of an eye.
Things were back to normally immediately. It was a wonderful summer of our old-fashioned hijinks. She had some concerns about going back to school in the fall (empirical evidence suggests that it wouldn’t work out so well). I assuaged her fears, quite confident that this time things would be different.
Believe it or not, I was right.
Our sophomore year flew by. We stayed at each other’s places on the weekends, and sometimes during the week if we had late classes the next morning. We weren’t together all the time, but it was frequent enough that we were content. Happy once again, we never had a problem. We always talked about our futures together, making our post-college plans and discussing our wedding and future children with a casual frequency. I went home for the summer, she stayed at school, and would come home every other weekend or so. It was painful to be away, but we kept busy and relished our time together.
Enter our junior year. Overjoyed to be living in the same city again, things were good. Never a hint of dissatisfaction. She joined a theater troupe of sorts, in an attempt to make more friends. Fast forward to about two weeks ago. She had a very small part in one of their performances (re-enactments of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, while the movie plays behind the performers). I wanted to come, but I couldn’t, as it was parent’s weekend, and I was visiting with my family. The next weekend, she wanted me to come to her campus so we could go to a party together. I had just gotten over an illness, and she had just come down with a different one. I didn’t go see her last weekend, for fear that I might get sick again (my current course load and internship are extremely demanding, and I truly couldn’t afford it).
This past week, contact with her was noticeably different. She was very distant, and there were some days when we exchange just a few texts. I asked her if something was wrong, and if she noticed that things were off between us. She shrugged it off every time. Last night I went to go see her, and she told me everything.
She said that she went to a party after the performance, and looked around at all the people going wild. People who were in relationships, but were okay with their partners kissing other people. She became convinced that she was missing out of an authentic college experience. She said that she “didn’t do it right” when we broke up last time, as she just jumped into a monogamous new relationship. She says that one of her biggest regrets is that she’s never experimented with a girl. She was tired of always “worrying about whether [I] would approve” of what she does.
Then, the next weekend (when I didn’t visit her because she had a cold), she went to another one of the theater troupe’s parties. She drunkenly hooked up with another guy from the troupe. They didn’t have sex.
We talked for about two hours. She sobbed. I cried. She’s never felt worse in her life, and said that she never wanted to hurt me. She said that ever since that first party, she was thinking about talking to me about going on a break so that we could try new things, but she knew that I wouldn’t be okay with that. She desperately wanted me to come last weekend so we could talk, but I didn’t.
I felt numb. I was shaking. The person I love more than anything else in the world hurt me in the worst way. She’s always had a fair number of guy friends, but I was never too jealous. I always *knew* that she wouldn’t hurt me.
I initially told her that this was not something that I could get past. I had always told myself “once a cheater, always a cheater,” and that if I ever found myself in this situation, I would end things. No questions asked. It’s proving to be more complicated than that.
She said that she wanted our future together, but not right now. She didn’t know if she wanted to continue our relationship. I didn’t know either. We left last night agreeing that we would take a few days to think about where we stand.
Which brings me here. I’m an emotional mess right now. My best friend (besides her) is my roommate, but he has a romantic interest visiting for the weekend, so I can’t talk about it with him. There’s no one else I feel comfortable talking about it with. The only person I want to hear from is her, and she’s the one person I can’t talk to.
For those who just scrolled to the bottom (which must be everyone, considering the length of the post):
Dated a girl from high school. Went to colleges nearby, but broke up freshman year. Got back together over the summer, been together since. Last night she told me she cheated on me last weekend, and while she wants to spend her future with me, she probably wants a break now, she she can experiment some more. This is a possibility that I might have been receptive to (but probably not), but since she cheated, I’m having trouble imagining that being an option.
I’m not sure what I’m looking for here. Advice, suggestions, condolences, I don’t know. I haven’t told anyone. She’s extremely close with my family, and telling them that we broke up the first time was difficult enough, and the thought of doing it again is pretty much unbearable.
I don't really understand wanting to split knowing you'll eventually get back together. I also don't understand what she thinks she's missing? Casual sex with anyone? Not that great. It's been done to death, and no one walks away saying boy, am I glad I screwed everyone I met.
I think she's seen one too many movies, and listened to one too many stories about what college is for. College is to learn about your chosen field. It is not a place to relive the sexual revolution. At least, that isn't the purpose of it. Leaving home, becoming promiscuous, going back home like it never happened? That's a joke. There are more people that go to college and don't behave that way, so don't think that you are keeping her from anything that everyone else does.
If you can't accept another break up, then tell her that. You have nothing to feel badly over if that's your position. I wouldn't want to hang around and pretend I don't know my future spouse is screwing anything that moves that she thinks is 'pretty'. That couldn't be more heartless or less fair.
Sorry it's so slow here on the weekends. I'm sure others will say the same or similar. I agree - try the 180. It's for you to 'learn' to detach.
And yes, you are young. You will have a lot of heartaches in your life. The first one hurts like hell, it really does, They don't get much easier, but that first one - ouch.
Just promise this - if you split with her, do NOT in 20 years, after you're married and have a family, look her up and start something claiming some sort of unfinished business. This site is riddled with people betrayed with that story. Please, don't do it. If you end it with her, end it. That's all.
I really hope you start to feel better soon. Don't get too wrapped up in her answer. Better that you know the truth than to be lied to and think everything is fine. You've seen a little of that, and it's so painful. You are in a small group that received the truth without having to dig for it. .
She can't be alone. And that equals disaster for any person who is involved in a relationship with her.
Look at the pattern. You two were separated because of college. Broke up. She found a new BF very quickly. They broke up. She called you. The two of you have been (basically) inseparable since then. But the moment that *you* are unavailable -- she's off 'searching'.
This could be due to her immaturity. But what if it isn't? What if it is due to *something* inside of her? What if you get back together with her in the future, perhaps even marry, and you wind up with a job that requires you to work long hours or to travel? Do you really want the added stress of having to *worry* about what she is doing? You deserve to have the freedom to *have a life* without having to worry that your GF (or wife) is going to go 'searching' because you *aren't there*, kwim?
You'll survive this and you will stumble across someone who only has eyes for you. That is what you deserve.
In my effort to be *concise*, I often come off as blunt and harsh. Sorry, don't mean to be offensive.
Don't throw a good thing away. If you win her now by entrapping her, you will lose her later when she forever regrets not spreading her wings.
You have plenty of time. You do not have to be totally together with her or totally apart from her. Let her know you love her, want the best for her, but you are not waiting for her. If it works out in the future as you both hope, you won't hold this against her and expect her to to do the same.
If she wants to experience being with another woman, ask if you can join them on occasion (or at least watch).
[This message edited by LeopoldB at 7:42 PM, November 2nd (Saturday)]
