I have been here for years. This man was the love of my life. I am 36 years old and I have never felt love this all-encompassing. We laughed, had deep conversations, had tender-loving moments, incredible sex life, we were soul mates. And we both felt this way.
Early on in our relationship he was just out of a long term relationship in which he played my role. He was cheated on. He went through her emails. They fought all the time. They loved hard too. When they finally broke up (a month after to be exact) we met. He had mentioned he was just out of a long relationship and I tried to exit stage left a number of times, but he assured me that he was over it and wanted nothing to do with her anymore. She was his past, I was his present.
I had never felt this way about someone before so I took a leap of faith. 6 months in to our relationship I start getting a gut feeling. I got into his voicemails and heard some from her, that he had saved. Saying she thinks about him every minute. She still loves him. And he didn't love "me"!! She actually knew about me, which was news to me. She even said she hoped I didn't hear the messages because that would be "no bueno". She was even dating someone else at the time and had moved to another state. I asked him periodically if he'd heard from her and the answer was always no. Which I thought was strange given that he'd spent 5 years of his life with her.
Cut to 9 months into our relationship. We went to our first vacation in Cancun. Man we were having the time of our lives. Then one day, out on the beach, he complains that he's been getting phone calls from a number in England. He shows me his call log and I see a call from her the day before we left. It devastated me. He told me she onlyl called to get the number of his sisters addrsss to send her a xmas presesnt. The details surrounding that aren't important, but suffice to say that she already had that address, as she's lived there a period of time, and he knew that too. It was an excuse.
Believe it or not I did not leave him then. The following month he went on a ski trip with his friends. I was a nervous wreck the whole time. Eventually I found out he met a girl there, did got knows what with her, but managed to get her first and last name to friend request her on facebook (we werent friends on facebook at that time which was a huge flad in retrospect).
Her page was public so I coudl see she was in the same city at the same time. I did some searching on the web and actually found a "party" pic from one of thode websites with her name on it. I confronted him about all this and he admitted he met her, it was wrong, and they did nothing together physicially speaking. (I later found out they actually talked on the phone during that trip as well - one at 5 am)
I still didnt have proof so I stayed.
Cut to 4 moths later in April. I had access to his facebook and could see he was emailing yet another chick asking her out to drinks. That was the straw that broke the camels back.
I did not tell him how I knew, but I knew he asked her out. And I left him.
We were apart for 4 months and in that time he begged to have me back. Promised everythign I wanted in the first relatinship (to meet his parents, a declaration on facebook that i was his girl, a BOYFIEND in every sense of the word)
After miuch pleading and begging I decided to give him another chance. In four months I still pined for him. I believed he wasn't in love with me then,but losing me was enough to show him how much he did in fact love me. and never wanted to lose me again.
This was two years ago.
When we reconciled I still had major trust issues. I had all his passwords (unbenknownst to him) and monitered him (as well as the ex). I never found anything horrible but did see small lies - such as where he was at any given moment, or when he ordered something. Small assinine lies. But nothing to break up over.
But our relationship was not smooth sailing. He could be very mean sometimes and gave me passive aggressive treatmentt (maybe bevause I was doing the same because of whatever white lie was being told to me). He would also get really loud and yell to which he explained that that was his family's way.
OK Im rambling - I will try to get to the point.
So last weekend my sister wh0's 8 years younger than me got married. I didnt even want my boyfriend at the wedding for nultiple reasons. Mostly because I was embaraased that my baby sister was marring a guy she knew for one year and Im no where closer at 4 years with mine.
The ngiht of the wedding it hit me ike a ton fo bricks that he will never marry and this stupid date we gave ourselves of April 30 to be angaged was neevr going to happen. I would spend the days leading up with a heavy heart and would act resentful to him. I had hit my hard stop.
I told him it was over. i could not wait, not one more day, to be proposed to,and needed to start over with my life. Time is not on my side and if I want to have babies, at 36 and starting over, it may be too late to even have a nornal child.
He acted like he understood and cried and apologized and said he's let me go. That I'd be amazing for someone and he'd be jealous of him. That he wanted my happiniess over his and hoped I found it.
Then he calls and says he has something to say.. I dont know why , but I was terrified to hear it. I postponed the conversation for at least 4 days.
finaly we have it and he says (not in so many words) that if I promsie to work out and live a healthy life style he will propose tomorrow.
Now I am very attractive 5'9", 130 lbs. I get hit on all the time. Just two weeks ago a local sprtscaster who is also on ESPN sent me a note (while I was at the GYM) left me a note saying i was "breathtaking and if I was single (and he's sure I'm not as pretty as I am ,but didnt see a ring) to give him a call" Too bad this guy was not my type.
Anyway I'm not trying to brag but just to give you all an idea that I'm no slouch.
So after my boyfriend tells me all of that about being health and working out and how it's been a problem for him for a long time (and he's told me as much), I told him his love is conditional. If I do this, then he will love me and want me as his wife. That I didn't ask him to do anything to marry him. And I declined.
AM I closing the door on love out of spite? Or did I make the right decision? I'm hurting so bad that Im not sure I can go on.....part of me just wants to fall asleep forever. I have NO desire to be with another man. No libido whatsover. No desire to live life or work or do ANYTHING. Not even watch tv. I'm at my wits end.
Thank you for reading this