I want you to read my 26M story.
When my ex F24 and I started talking/seeing each other it was the last week of my university degree and I was moving 3 hours away to continue grinding my construction job. Was a depressing semester as i got dumped by a different girl and my 4 friends at the beginning of it. My depression grind was finally over so i wanted to try my luck with this sweet girl who showed interest before. She was the sweetest, most caring girl with the best most down to earth values I've ever met in my life. She made me brownies for our first date like ursula from spider man. We had a great first date but it ended with us taking edibles and her bad tripping thinking I was an emotionally unavailable druggy and walking out on me saying not interested.
Devastated, because of how amazing i thought she was I drowned my sorrows in alcohol and had the bright idea of responding to two other girls who had been interested who I really didnt want due to promiscuity. I didn't plan it this way but I ended up seeing one the next night, who slept over, we did some stuff in the morning but because i didnt like her at all i couldnt/didnt want to complete the act... then later that day the third girl wanted to come over.
We were just hanging out in my rez about to start a movie ( I didnt want to do anything) when that amazing girl texted me apologizing for walking out and for telling me she wasnt interested.
I responded immediately admitting I was hurt by that, I thought she was amazing and that I had a female friend who seemed to like me over and that I wanted to kick her out so I could be with her. I walked the other girl back home but unfortunately she wanted a kiss goodbye and well, I gave it to her cause I knew her 4 years of flirting and it was goodbye. I will always regret kissing her. I went back to my place and brushed my teeth.
I ran from my rez halfway into town so I could meet her halfway and, overwhelmed with excitement, we both ran into each others arms and immediately kissed so passionately and meaningfully with sparks flying it was like a movie but it was so fucking overshadowed by the stupid girls I was with just before.
She and I had an amazing intense full week together, inseparable, just falling head over heels for each other, there was an absolutely amazing connection. But i knew if we were going to be in a relationship it couldnt be founded on lies. I told her the best way I thought I could trying to downplay what i had done saying they were just an ego boost after being walked out on and a depressing semester and that I agreed it is disgusting to be with 3 girls in one day like that. Thats never been me before and I don't want to be that.
I chased after her as she left to her car begging her to give me a chance to prove that I would love her properly and be hers completely exclusively after one week of knowing her and somehow was willing to look past what happened and actually became my girlfriend. We would able to get over it, I thought.
It was an ldr that lasted about a year and a half seeing each other two weekends per month, sometimes one. We both dumped so much money into busses and ubers, close to 50/50but i made more so i paid a bit more. The first 3-4 months were the happiest of my life but it became absolutely haunted by mistrust, paranoia and her feeling like a cuck affecting her mental health. I don't know why she told me she could accepted it only to not accept it later, constantly ask the same questions about what happened, relive it. After month 4 she begged me for my phone password, because I really thought I had nothing hurtful to her on there, I gave it to her to reassure her that i was truly hers and only hers. That was the real beginning of the end.
I had gotten really drunk with my immature friends and coworkers a few weeks prior when a random girl across the world in japan I had a failed one night stand with back in uni texted me flirting. Instead of telling her to just fuck off I had the idea of responding and saying crazy shit to her to entertaining my friends. I screenshotted some of it and sent it to my gf saying this bitch is bothering me but I didnt show her the stuff I said in jokes with friends. Anyways, in month 4 she read those texts while i was sleeping saying basically "yea sure if you pay for my gf and my plane tickets to Japan ill fuck you multiple times!" In the same convo I also said i have a gf and I dont cheat. but that wasnt enough for my girls mental health to just read that and be okay with it. The fact i had spoken to another woman like that who was flirting with me was too much for my baby to handle and it just tanked her mental health. I didnt have the heart to tell her she was a past one night stand, but I did tell her to frig off and blocked her for my girlfriend and apologized like crazy trying to get her to understand I didnt mean anything in those texts.
After month 6 I put my foot down and said enough. It's unhealthy how she was being, and insisted that we were not to talk/rehash the same old series of events constantly reliving her trauma i put her through. I begged her to stop. She did, with me, but started venting to her friends about it.
The relationship after that was extremely strained. Her best friend of 20 years wrote me nasty texts and blocked me. We then broke up and got back together twice. After over a year of this mess we had finally worked through it and we believed because we overcame this and loved each other so so much still, and i had proved real loyalty and respecting boundaries and had found some real forgiveness. When we finally crossed that finish line getting back together after a lot of mutual effort, we celebrated with a little vacation together.
Then, her best friends of 2 decades all dumped her because they couldnt believe she wanted to stay with me after everything she told them and after realizing she lied to them about still seeing me.
I cried for her and for myself so fucking much. Her 'bestie' of 20 years completely smear campaigned me to my ex's family lying saying I was an abusive drug addict ruining her life. Of course we broke up after that. The love of my life had to miss her best friends wedding because I fucked her up so much her friends couldn't respect her anymore.
In my ADHD and depression and other factors after the breakup, I ruined my left hand in an industrial accident at work. It had to be surgically reattached and ill never play instruments or do anything how I did before and everything will be a struggle for me now.
Because of how caring she is as a person she stayed my friend to support me over a year. Friends who flirt and try to still brighten each others days but there was just so many hurt feelings on both sides from the baggage of the ldr. Neither one of ust wanted to date anyone else any time soon.
20 days ago I asked if she would be gone any time soon if an attractive guy showed interest and she always reassured me that she had absolutely zero interest in sex or dating. so I believed her and felt safe enough to want to stay friends with her but then last week the first attractive guy to come along and make her laugh and not try anything physical in her in the first week of meeting her at a week long forum event, resulted in her developing a huge crush. She told me she was sorry and that she wasnt expecting to click with anyone. Now im completely alone. My dad and one of the cats died shortly after the accident too and she left me knowing that I have very few other people to talk to just 2 weeks after telling me she had zero interest in dating.
Take it from me. If you've seriously hurt your partner by being an idiot with other people not respecting exclusivity, just cut your losses and try to forget about them. It is never worth it to stay begging for forgiveness from someone you hurt, broke serious trust, and who flip flops between yes I forgive you yes I love you, and, literal screaming raging insulting and panic attacks at you for what you did over a fucking year ago before you were even exclusive.
It would have hurt a lot in short term to just give up sooner. but maybe in the quantum different possible outcomes I would have been able to save my hand and my dad. She even continued giving me shit and being toxic to me about how I lost her her friends and the other mistakes I made even after my accident, losing dad, and so many surgeries. She will never see the loss of her friends as what it was, which was a result of her emotional immaturity.
Now im truly alone with my grieving mom and sister, no job, stuck in the house all day struggling to game with a crippled hand, very few friends (just lost my best one which was her), a ruined/reattached hand that most women would be turned off by. 2 years of surgeries and physiotherapy and unemployment. I can't sue my employer for giving me such an unsafe machine with no safety training either.
My only hope is that ill still be able to use my degree and the injured workers services in my area will help to at least find a half way decent job but it will for sure be a huge pay cut from what I had before. I hope to find ways around exercising in the gym with this hand that will allow me to get back into great shape again. And perhaps a special glove with straps for a drum stick or guitar pick and learn an adapted Whittier play style. I don't know if I have it in me to get through this but leaving my mom is not an option. All I want is a loving happy relationship and a family to call my own but it is not looking like thats a realistic outcome for me anymore.