When I graduated high school, I went to the community college in the next town over for two years, because my high school grades hadn’t been awesome. I met this guy there, Mike, and we fell head over heels for each other. We spent all our time together, and after a year we moved in together. He just wanted a 2 year degree, so the community college was perfect for him, but my goal, even before we met, had been to go to this school for two years, and then transfer to another school downstate, five hours away. When we finished our two year degrees, I still did just that.
We vowed to stay together, to Skype, text, etc. through it all. And we did really well for a couple of months. He didn’t come with me because he had a job back in our hometown, and so because of that he couldn’t get time off work for those few months to come see me. I was so lonely. When one of the frat guys started talking to me, I welcomed the attention, though I told him I had a boyfriend, and made sure that it didn’t go any further than flirty texts. No harm in boosting my confidence, right?
One night I was drinking at the frat with some of my girlfriends, and it was at the end of a very lonely week, because Mike had started to be weird and distant and he had bailed on coming to see me this weekend because of some work project. We hadn’t seen each other in three months, and I had been getting so excited about it, so I was really disappointed. The frat guy, Anthony, started getting really flirty. He kept touching me, and we ended up having sex in his room. But people kept walking into his room and watching us, so we left and went to my room. We fell into my room and started going at it on the floor, when suddenly the lights turned on. There was Mike, sitting on my bed, watching. Anthony was so into it and so drunk that he didn’t even notice Mike, and so he kept going. Mike and I just stared at each other for a few seconds, and then I got up and ran to him and started crying about how sorry I was, but he just got up and left. He texted me later, saying that he had told me he wasn’t coming so he could surprise me, and that he hadn’t expected to see me like that. After that, he hasn’t responded to anything I’ve said in weeks, so I think we’re done. I’m so heartbroken, it was one mistake because I was lonely, and everyone knows me as the skank on campus too, because of everyone who walked in on me and Anthony at the frat house. My life is ruined.