Just stuck at work and this has been on my mind all week. No one to talk to here and having one of the rough days. I've noticed it seems to go in cycles. One day I'm OK and content with moving forward, then I have a day like today where I just want to be unconscious.
I'm only 23 and I'm rational enough to know this isn't the end of the line and there are far worse things that could happen, but man does it suck. It was by far my most serious relationship (a year) up to this point.
The undoing was really that her friends despised me from day one. Hell, even prior to day one. In the very beginning she used to show me texts from them about things they say me doing on Facebook, why I was a douchebag, etc. When I walked in a room they wouldn't look at me or talk to me. Eventually it became too much. I never understood how she knew them because she was so different and seemed more mature.
It ended last Friday night. I went out with she and her friends and we went back to my apartment. About 10 feet from the door, her friends pull up (so they tailed us home) and honked and yelled at her to get in, she's wasted, walks to the car and then gets semi-pulled in, they shut off her phone and I can't reach her. About an hour later I get a call that says her door was bashed in and they all think it's me.
Obviously, it wasn't. That's the last I saw of her. A phone argument the next morning and it was over. I question that her door was even broken at all.
I know this sounds like a ****fest, and it probably was, but being left to wonder what the hell happened really sucks. Better off without this crap, I know, but that doesn't make it any easier right now. I think about her 24/7. When it was just me and her, it was a great relationship. I just couldn't beat her friends. It was like I never had a chance.
Oh well, that's my sad piano theme story. Just venting.
I'm only 23 and I'm rational enough to know this isn't the end of the line and there are far worse things that could happen, but man does it suck. It was by far my most serious relationship (a year) up to this point.
The undoing was really that her friends despised me from day one. Hell, even prior to day one. In the very beginning she used to show me texts from them about things they say me doing on Facebook, why I was a douchebag, etc. When I walked in a room they wouldn't look at me or talk to me. Eventually it became too much. I never understood how she knew them because she was so different and seemed more mature.
It ended last Friday night. I went out with she and her friends and we went back to my apartment. About 10 feet from the door, her friends pull up (so they tailed us home) and honked and yelled at her to get in, she's wasted, walks to the car and then gets semi-pulled in, they shut off her phone and I can't reach her. About an hour later I get a call that says her door was bashed in and they all think it's me.
Obviously, it wasn't. That's the last I saw of her. A phone argument the next morning and it was over. I question that her door was even broken at all.
I know this sounds like a ****fest, and it probably was, but being left to wonder what the hell happened really sucks. Better off without this crap, I know, but that doesn't make it any easier right now. I think about her 24/7. When it was just me and her, it was a great relationship. I just couldn't beat her friends. It was like I never had a chance.
Oh well, that's my sad piano theme story. Just venting.