Hi everyone,
I really don't know who else to talk to, I am hoping someone here can make me feel better and give me some good advice.
I am not the sort of girl to get involved in 'serious' relationships, since one ended when I was 17 in a very bad way I tend to keep my cards close to my chest, and I haven't fallen for anyone since. Until now.
I am at Uni and I work in a shop there every weekend. A new girl started at my work about 6 months ago and everything was great - we got on well and would chat about everything.
One day, her brother came in to see her. It was love at first sight for me, and I used to tease her by saying how gorgeous he was and how I was going to sleep with him.
At the time it was a joke, as he had a girlfriend. He would still come in and have a chat, as he worked across the road.
I would hear every weekend from her about how things had turned sour between him and his girlfriend, and I would listen and give advice to her to pass on to him (although not obviously from me, she would pretend it was her opinion!)
Eventually, about three months or so ago, she left him (they had a house together). I was sad for him as I would hear about how he wasnt coping very well financially or emotionally, and then eventually it stopped. She said he was fine and over it and when he came in he would look at me through the glass and I wished he would get my number from her and get in contact.
One day, I was out with some friends from work in the pub and I let it slip that I liked him. I left the pub and thought nothing of it until a friend from work called me and told me that he had turned up. He passed the phone to him and that was our first conversation. I was a bit cheeky and told him to come out for a drink and he said he couldn't come that night but he would like to take me out.
This was the start of the biggest head***** of my life.
So, a week of texting followed, and we arranged to meet up that weekend. But I bumped into him on the Thursday anyway, and we ended up at a house party at his house.
Having had far too much to drink, I couldn't drive home. We ended up in bed together and it was amazing. I don't normally do things like that, but we were getting on so well, and as they say the rest is history.
So the Saturday rolled around, and I thought that by sleeping together so early I had messed things up, but he got in touch and we ended up having a lovely night in with a movie and a chinese. I just could not believe that I had met this wonderful person that understood me so well. I kept it quiet though, I didn't want him to think I was clingy or anything.
I went home for Christmas on the Sunday. He called me that night. We spoke to ages on the phone and I knew that I wanted to hold onto him, he was so special and caring and just generally a great man. A few days followed, he would call me whenever he got a break from work and say that he missed me.
He would also say that he could not believe his luck, how did he ever pull a girl like me, he was never going to mess things up, and constantly would tell me that I was gorgeous. I didn't even give his ex girlfriend a second thought, she did not come into the equation.
After about 2 days apart, he called and was really down that he wasn't going to see me until Boxing Day. I was bored at home so after much deliberation I decided to surprise him and went back to Leicester.
He couldn't have been more happy to see me. A week followed of us spending a lot of time together, going out for meals and generally just being happy. I was over the moon that I had met this guy. He even gave me a key for his house so I could go back and study in the peace and quiet while he was at work!
He took me for dinner at his parents (which I thought was a big step) and everything was great. I have honestly never felt so secure or loved up with anyone. Even his sister seemed pleased for us, and his Mum said she had never seen him so happy.
Please don't think that I was rushing into things because I genuinely wasn't. He was the one that was full of compliments and telling me how he felt the whole time, and although I was feeling it too, I held back a bit. He said he was falling in love with me, I said I wasn't sure but I thought I was too.
I had to come home to get some things for Uni. We spent another 2 days apart, with the same kind of phone calls and texts then I returned to Leicester for work on the friday. He had the day off on Saturday and so his friend came over and they started drinking. I went to bed as I had an early start the next day. This wasn't a problem, I fell asleep but I kept getting woken up by his phone beeping.
So, I looked at his phone. There were about 20 messages from a girl called Carley who I knew he worked with. I know I shouldn't have, but curiosity got the better of me and I looked. The basic gist of it was that she wished he was there, and how she didn't want Gary (his friend), and he knew that she wanted him.
I was upset at this, and I wanted an explanation so I went downstairs and asked him calmly. He said that he was trying to get Gary together with this girl. I accepted that but I was still mad, so I said that in the morning I was going to take my stuff and that we should not spend the New Year together because I was hurt and I wanted to think about things.
He went back downstairs and I could hear him talking to Gary, saying how he always *****s things up, and he threw his phone on the floor.
The next thing I knew I got woken up by this massive banging. He was kicking a door in. Gary told me that after our fall out he started on the whisky, and whisky was not good for him.
He was never violent towards me. Not once. I just wanted to make that clear. This was about 5am. I tried to calm him down but he stormed out of the house and came back about 6am.
I tried to talk to him but he was clearly off his face. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he told me that Emma (the ex) always used to threaten to leave. He then got really upset when he said that he didn't know why she left and that he loved me but he couldn't be with me anymore.
After the door incident I was willing to forgive him (after all, drink does do crazy things to us all). I said I wanted to start again and chill out.
He doesn't.
I went to work, and hoped he would sleep it off, then when I went round later he would hopefully have sorted himself out.
So I went round after work. And he said that he doesn't want to see me anymore, and that it is over. He needs to sort his head out and he had led me on.
So I am left wondering, if that night had never happened, where would we be now?
I refuse to believe that someone's feelings can change overnight. And I have an empty ache in my heart, I just can't believe it.
I want him so badly. What we had was so good, I have never connected with anyone the way I did with him.
Do you think he wants his ex back? That I have triggered something in his head that he was blocking out before? It will hurt so bad if he goes back to her.
Surely, you can't carry on a charade like that without feeling for someone?
I don't know what to do. Every part of me aches for him. I am trying so hard not to get in contact with him but I long to hear his voice.
I am so sorry that this post is mega long.