Too Far Gone, Too Long

I realized after the first three months that my relationship with Jack wasn’t what it should’ve been. He started hitting me I knew I should’ve left. I was 19 at the time and as dumb as can be. I am now 24 and just dumped his ass. After almost 6 years of being hit, lied to, cheated on, and used,I had finally hit my breaking point.

Mr. Jack was a crack baby and unfortunately I think it affected his speech and thought process. During this time, he had successfully broken my fingers, scarred my back and neck, and put me in the hospital for many minute injuries. He would promise me he wasn’t on drugs, but I would find pot in his pockets, and pipes. He would tell me he wasn’t speaking to other women, and yet he would have hookers from craigslist calling and texting him, he even had an offer from a MAN to get a blow job.

But I forgave most of this, trying to understand his thought process and his needs, pushing aside my own dreams and beliefs to stay with him. The final straw cam when I realized I was working a full time and a part time job, plus being a full time student, and having an externship, and my dad going into the hospital for heart issues. He picked the day after all of this to yell at me for misplacing some important documents we needed fora court procedure.

I never disagreed when he called me irresponsible and lazy. I never fought or threw the fact that he is working one job, and has his weekends off to do what he wanted. I really just wanted him to take me out occasionally and let me vent and forget about work and school for a night.

I didn’t think that was too much to ask, but after breaking plans with me and in my over-stressed mind, I snapped. I told him it was over, I threw my engagement ring at hime and told him to hook up with one of the prostitues he was so fond of. I now have the pleasure of moving my things out and hopefully avoiding any physical contact with him. The story is much deeper than this, but wish me luck anyways.

California Love

I had been with my boyfriend for two years. We recently began going through a rough patch where we took a break. I handled it fairly well, but I believe that’s because we just thought it was temporary. We were still living together, and still doing things pretty much the same as before just spending more time with our respective friends.

After about a month of this, we decided we were going to get back together. Well, once we were back together things were great, we even went on a week long vacation to California to visit his mom and just relax. The vacation was great, we didn’t argue, we went on dates, told each other we loved each other, he even went as far to buy me flowers (for him this is a big thing, he had only given me flowers on two other occasions, once on valentines day and when he first told me he loved me). After our week long vacation we finally headed home making plans to visit Rome in the next year.

Unfortunately, that changed. The morning after we got home I was in class taking a midterm and I receive a text. It was simple stating he was unhappy and was done. No other explanation. Whenever I asked about it, he kept repeating this same line. I was and still am devastated. I am at a loss for words for his very sudden change of heart. We’re still stuck in our lease and are fighting over custody of our puppy.

One Week in January

Excuse me if I sound angry or bitter, or anything of the sorts. It is just that this situation was so life-altering and came as such a shock, and part of me still wants it all to be just a dream. But life is more like a nightmare at the moment and here is why…..

I work in real estate development for a really great firm on the west coast. I have been working there for over 10 years, have a great position with great money, and I always vowed that I would give my family the world. 6 years ago, my wife Coleen and I were married. We wanted to start our family right away, so I went to work while Coleen stayed home. We had our son and 16 months later, our daughter was born. Those kids became the center of my world and I wanted it no other way. Things were great. The kids were well taken care of and I had the pleasure of coming home to my beautiful family each day. I took business trips every other month or so, to check up on projects throughout the country and to work out the kinks in new deals. It was stressful having to be gone and I was always swamped with work while I was out of town.

Last year, I took 2 weeks off during Christmas, to spend time with family and friends. I found out during my time off that I would be headed to Arizona for about a week in January to finish up a project out there. No big deal. I wasn’t going far and it was only for a week this time. I left the following month just like I always had. Coleen and the kids dropped me off at the airport, we hugged and kissed, and the kids made me promise to bring them gifts home. Little did I know that this would be the last time that I would have my happy family like this. That whole week, Coleen was hard to catch up with, and when I did get hold of her, she sounded like something was wrong. I even asked her repeatedly if she was sick, but she just kept saying ‘fine.’

Something just wasn’t sitting right with me, so I got things taken care of as fast as I could and got out of Arizona to get back home. I called to say that I was coming home early but there was no answer. I kept calling and texting Coleen, so she could meet me at the airport but I never heard back from her. I ended up catching a cab home. I walked into hell. There were bottles and junk everywhere. I was scared that something awful had happened, so I ran to find my kids. They were in my son’s room sleeping in the same clothes that I had left them in 5 days ago! I couldn’t figure out what in the hell was happening so I started screaming for Coleen. I searched the house and couldn’t find her, so I went out back. That’s where I found her and some coked-out loser passed out in our guest cottage, surrounded by drugs, cigarette butts and empty bottles. I went ballistic and was glad that my kids weren’t outside to witness it. I found out that as a bored housewife, Coleen had recently taken up a little drug habit that had quickly spiraled out of control. She didn’t have much to say. She didn’t even ask about the kids. She just asked me for some money and took off when I refused. We haven’t seen nor heard from her since. My parents and sisters have stepped in to help, and I had to get a nanny to care for the kids while I worked. My life fell apart that fast. My kids just don’t understand. They want their mommy and just don’t get why she isn’t there. I don’t know what is going to happen, but I know that my kids are going to get the life that I have worked so hard to give them, whether Coleen decides to be a part of it or not.

You Should Have Told Me

Ok, here it is: I had this friend of mine, Luke, who was my best friend at all. We had met thanks to my boyfriend of a few years ago. Well, when I left him, Luke and I kept in contact, until we got very close. After a lot of time, like almost a couple of years of friendship, he comes up and tells me that he feels something for me. I admit it’s probably been a stupid move by me, but when he tried to kiss me I just kissed him back. So we started this story, we even went to holiday together, I was surprisingly fine with him. We lasted about six months or so, then I sort of got tired of the relationship, and I feared that we wouldn’t have been able to recollect our pieces and put our friendship back together as we planned to do in that case. So I preferred to leave him before to mess it up and end hating each other. We didn’t talk for a while, then we started going out and doing “friends stuff”… but in a moment we found ourselves discussing about the possibility of having a sexual relationship, which we began a few minutes later. Anyway, we kept like this for months, interrupting it for a few weeks as I had met a person who I really cared about. It lasted, sweetly and happily, I was kind of getting involved with this not only physically, and he was showing kind of the same… until today, when Luke, asking me for a friendly help with a girl he met (which is fine, i mean, he did it for me, I do it for him, we are still best friends), comes up with the story that he HAD sex with her already, they go around holding each other and kissing in public, and, moreover, two days ago they politely decided to start a “just fun” relationship. So we’re just over. We made up like three days ago, last time. YOU SH+++Y MINDED IDIOT, DON’T YOU THINK YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME THIS BEFORE, MF?!

Love Sucks

So my best friend introduced me to her brother (not really brother, they just call each other siblings) and we both hit it off right from the start. We were together for about eight months. I swear I thought he was the one. He’s funny, charming, smart and the sex was fantastic. We are also both in the military as well. So in the military you get leave (sort of like vacation time you saved up) and I went back home to Cali and he back to Georgia and I’m missing him for two whole weeks. We come back and he’s acting distant and then finally came clean that he had a girlfriend back home and he was with her during leave. Turns out I was his military boo thing and the girl back home was his home boo. Also my best friend knew this and didn’t say sh!t to me . I was so furious and humiliated that he would play us both like that. So I cut my loss (days of crying and getting fat off of chocolate) and just remove him out of my life. He’s still with his “girlfriend ” and they are getting married. I stop talking to my so call best friend too. Yeah, I know right.

Should Have Seen it Coming

I guess this wasn’t really a relationship, but I felt like there was some connection, but apparently not. I have been working at my job for over a year, and 6 months ago we got a new employee, Will. Will is a former marine, tall, handsome and has a great body. We started out just friends, talking occasionally while at work nothing big and I had heard that he had already had sex with other females in the workplace. At first, I just thought it was funny as in my experience a lot of men who are as good looking as Will tend to behave like that. Oh and why did I not just keep that assumption?

Will would always jokingly ask me to make out, and then one day he asked and we ended up making out at a bar by the business. It was fun and we made out another time in my car not really too serious, but we also were communicating on Facebook nearly everyday. I asked him about who he had slept with at our workplace and he wouldn’t tell me but proceeded to say “I hit that like it ain’t got insurance” (red flag). But alas I thought I was different, or even special and that it wouldn’t turn out that way. But, apparently it has as we had sex a couple of nights ago and now there is almost zero conversations on Facebook anymore. It went from talking for hours a day to a simple “what’s up”, “how’s it going”.

I feel like an idiot because I knew this was going to happen but went through with it anyways and now I find myself obsessively checking Facebook to see if he has contacted me….not yet. Now unfortunately, I have to go to work and see him and every time I see a soldier on T.V or anything military related, I’m stuck thinking about him and how sad it makes me.