Under The Influence

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The beginning,where it all ended.

I started this blog to document how my life has been since I’ve been single. In the 4 months since I got dumped I’ve met some pretty interesting people and I feel the need to share my stories. I wont use anyones real names. I’ve nick named them all.  First I need to start where it all ended, with a phone call.

My last boyfriend, we’ll call him Voldemort. We met almost 4 years ago through a mutual friend. At first I wasn’t interested in the least. But after months of leaving hand picked flowers and Twilight posters on my car, I gave in. He was charming and definitely had a way with words. He always told me that I would be the one to end things and I believed him. I realize now that you can never promise someone that you will never hurt them because one of you is going to get hurt

We dated for 3 years, almost exactly. I don’t know if anyone has heard of the 3 year rule. In one of my psychology classes I learned that guys are only capable of being in love for 3 years. After that they decide to either stay in the relationship because its comfortable and familiar or they choose to move on. I never believed in  that much  but after this experience I’m thinking its pretty true. You have no idea how much this scares me. I like most girls, I have been planning my wedding since I was 5.

I thought everything was going smoothly until I went to San Francisco in August for work. It was our  3 year anniversary and I didn’t even get a phone call or text. I came back that saturday and I didn’t even hear from him. Thats when I knew something was wrong. I told him we needed to talk. I told him that he didn’t seem to care about me or about the relationship in general, he just responded thats ” just how he is” and that I better get used to it. At that point I was pretty sure the relationship was doomed. After that something weird happened. He started acting differently. The 2 weeks after that everything was perfect. It wasn’t until September 26th that I got a phone call at 1am. It was over, He didn’t “miss” me anymore but we could still hang out if I could handle it. What the Hell?!

I did what any other girl would do in this situation. For about a month after we broke up, I continued to hang out with him. In a lot of ways it was better than when we were dating. Everything seemed more romantic. He would light candles and have wine and you know the rest. It wasn’t until I went to a halloween party that I knew what was going on. I was standing 2 feet away from a girl in a slutty comic book costume. Thats when I knew the full extent of what was going on. After that day, I never heard from him again. I confronted him about it and he told me that he only had time for people that were “important” to him and he wondered why I would bother spending time with a guy that didn’t want to date me. This was the guy that I thought I would spend the rest my life with….

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