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My ex and I started dated summer between sophomore and junior year of high school. We had a few fights early on, but grew on each other and after 6 months or so everything was great. After about a year and a half we started getting upset at each other pretty often. Of course once we hit college, things got a little complicated. I wanted to take a job in California for the summer but she said a long distance relationship couldn’t work, even for just 3 months. I went anyways. Two weeks into the break up, a girl from high school called me telling me she was in LA for the week. Being depressed and lonely as I was, I willingly drove to LA and fulfilled the “booty-call”. Ex calls me a week later crying, she doesn’t want the break up anymore. Being the dumb ass that I am I chose to omit LA endeavor, as to not ruin this second chance. I ended up flying her to California for a visit and everything seemed to be going perfect. After the summer job I fly home and we start our Freshman year of college. Couple months down the road, good ol’ booty call buddy spills her guts to several girls from high school, and of course I get my ass dumped from out of the blue. I admit my guilt, accept the break up, and attempt to apologize, after all I did lie about it. About two or three weeks later it’s christmas break and the ex once again decides she can’t handle the break up and this time I am a bit more reluctant. Not because I wasn’t crazy about her, because I was/am, but because I knew if I told her about EVERYTHING I did during my drunken rampage over the last few weeks she would want nothing to do with me. We sat down and made a plan. She was going to mexico for 2 weeks with her family, and I was going on a road trip back to LA to rescue my broke ass best friend. During this time we would be social, see how its like not communicating with each other, and be ready for a new beginning on the day we both got back. Well, she flew in 10 hours before I got back from California. She threw a party at her apartment the night she got back, and called me telling me to hurry up so we could kick everyone else out and rape me. Sadly she must have gotten too drunk and passed out by the time i got there around 3 am, as the door was locked and her phone was off. No biggy, I crash at my place, waking up the next day to a text from the Ex’s best friend: “omg Jon your super girlfriend fucked one of your best friends last night.”
Of course I check for confirmation from at least 3 other eye witnesses that were at the party before i exploded with anger. Gather every thing that had to do with her in my entire apartment, her clothes, clothes she bought me, all photos, and all items that remotely reminded me of her, took them to her apartment in a giant box and left it on her doorstep with a note: :keep these or burn these just don’t ever talk to me again”. Next I drove to my exbestfriends house and used my wedge on his truck windows.
So its over right? Any sane person would agree… right? I must be going insane. I take 6 months for myself. After almost 3 years of seeing each other 6/7 days of the week or more, I went 6 straight months without seeing her once. During that time I heard all sorts of excuses and apologies, and finally forgave both the ex and the friend. I best of all know what it’s like to black out and bang someone random. Advice i received from friends of course never varied from “Bro!! now you can drink and bone whoever every day!”. Not so encouraging since I couldn’t even talk to another girl without wishing it was the ex and thought about her at least 10 times a day. I tried sobriety, f*** buddies, a month of solid work and school, and anything and everything i could think of to keep my mind off of her. Didn’t work. I still HATED talking to girls. For whatever reason I just couldn’t find a single stimulating conversation with any of them. So, it again was time for change.
July of this year I unregistered for all of my classes, quit my job, and moved my ass to Texas where I am now. I even came with one of my best friends and a girl that I had been dating. She realized after a month that I didn’t want a REAL relationship with her and that I brought her so I could get laid without having to meet any new girls. Needless to say she’s back home now. Also, I started talking with the Ex again, just as text friends, but i could not stop wishing we were back together. She changed schools and got a new football player boyfriend.. awesome.

Okay, if you have stuck through this boring story I applaud you and now I have the real problem for you. She texts me yesterday “I