Hey, firstly this thread is going to take ages to read. It’s not a specific problem/question or comment but more of a self analysis over the past few years. I could really do with some constructive comments about what I write so to anyone with the patience and interest, I thank you in advance.
You know sometimes you just sit quietly by yourself and think things over, weigh up your life and just have a general think about how its going for you, well I’ve been doing this a lot lately and I’ve realised that although there is nothing specifically wrong with me, I am generally unhappy about several things and the person I am. I need some opinions. Okay so I’m 19, male and live in Portsmouth where I study graphics and art at Uni. I previously lived in Cornwall where the problems began. Having had little experience with women (you know that childish shy phase most of us have). Anyway I met a girl in year 10 at my secondary school. We did the usual thing, cinema etc and then after some awkwardness she finally asked me out, fantastic. The first couple of weeks where a bit weird but as I got to know her I realised how amazing it was to find someone to connect with. I won’t use the term love as it is way overused and it’s not appropriate for now. She was funny, very attractive, and sweet and everything else a guy could want in a girl, life was great. As I got to know her more I found myself finding it difficult to deal with her past, particularly in the area of previous boyfriends etc. Even then I had always considered myself mature for my age. I would always act older than I was and help out at home etc as my parents worked ridiculous hours and needed help. Anyway with this new relationship brought problems that I had not been used too and I guess in hindsight I dealt with them badly. Despite this as the months went by, our relationship grew stronger. After about 6 months I began to stay over night at her house (my parents would never allow us to be together over night so we spent most of the time at her place). We did the usual stuff for that age I guess and always talked about sex, agreeing that we wouldn’t do it until we were both ready. I have always been fairly self conscious about myself, I’ve always thought of myself as unattractive although I’m probably not that bad, it’s that psychological thing that most of us have! Plus at this time I had pretty bad skin which is always a problem for people at school. Despite this I felt very comfortable around my girlfriend which gave me much for confidence.
One day at school she just came up to me and told me she was ready to have sex, I was really excited and also a little scared but that weekend we finally did it and despite the usual worries about the ‘first time’ it went well and just brought us together more. Over the next 6 months we had our little arguments as all couples do but nothing very major until for no particular reason she began to become less affectionate and I began to have some quite jealous feelings about my her. Knowing what I know now about jealousy in relationships would have been very useful but this was a good few years ago and I didn’t know how to deal with it. I found that my jealousy focused mainly on sex. I began to become upset and even angry if I thought she found other men attractive which was a real overreaction on my part. In life now, I’m a realist. People are always going to look at other people; it doesn’t mean they don’t love you right? Back then I wasn’t in that frame of mind and began to let my jealousy cause problems between us. I know what people generally think of jealous men and I’m not asking for a lecture on how pathetic you think I am, believe me I have been there, besides a lot has changed in my life since what I am talking about now and any bad comments you have about me then are probably right. Over the next year she became less and less affectionate with me and this just accentuated my feelings of jealousy. We began to argue more and more. The most difficult thing in a relationship from a sexual point of view for me was the balance between sexy and romantic. Because of my jealous feelings I thought more and more that I needed to be a demon in bed rather than being sweet and romantic which is what she wanted in the first place. So because I was giving her what I thought she wanted or what I wanted instead of what she really wanted this just made the problem even worse. Another main issue was the fact that we spend an awful lot of time together which I think along with her loss of affection and my insecurities was one of the main reasons that I began to develop these jealous feelings. We would talk on the phone all the time and spend most of our free time together. She began to spend less time with her friends as and I also lost contact with most of my friends as they were just typical 16 year old boys with the behaviour that goes with it. Not ideal candidates for someone for me to talk to about my life and feelings etc. Basically life went on, the problems got worse and although we ‘loved’ each other we argued an awful lot. My jealousy became ridiculous, I would always wonder what she was doing or where she was, who she was with etc and this caused us to drift apart. There is no excuse for my behaviour and I know that, although in my defence, we are not born with the knowledge of how to deal with serious relationships and although is sounds crazy now it made sense to me. She was everything to me and I just didn’t want to lose her. I know now that controlling a person is not the way to keep them, this has been proven in history a thousand times over, but at the time, it was the only thing I felt to do. By our second year together (now in college) things had gotten pretty bad. We had talked about breaking up and even separated for a few days a couple of times but we always just talked again and talking turned to crying and crying turned to making up. That is the thing we did really care for each other, even if I was bad at showing it. I knew what pressure I was putting on her because of the way I behaved and I also put a lot of pressure on her about our sex life as it became less and less fun which again, just made the problem worse. At 2 and a half years it was clear that we needed to separate but by this time we were such a massive part of each others lives. I practically lived at her house; I would walk her dogs, make dinner and get on really well with her family. Our lives were so intertwined and yet we both knew what had to be done. In the summer she became more and more friendly with my best friend which as you can imagine, with me how I was, I wasn’t to keen on it. She would tell me they were just friends but I knew her well by this time and I could tell she had feelings for him. After about 2 months of depression over this new issue I told her we needed to break up. Despite all the anger, friction and crazy feelings we parted on good terms. We hugged and cried, agreeing that it was the right thing to do. In a way I was relieved because I knew I wouldn’t be hurting her anymore. I broke up with her because I knew she had feelings for my best friend, which she denied. Over the next week or so I was very confused, upset, cried in the middle of the day for no reason and even more at night when I lay alone. I felt so empty. One of my friends threw a party and I decided to go to take my mind off things. This was possibly the worst night of my life. I walked in on her and my (soon to be) ex-best friend. I was so upset, 2 and a half years of us and a week after she was with him. 2 weeks later they were officially a couple. My friends told me to stop being miserable and move on but I was devastated. I spoke to both of them and told them that what they had done to me was very hurtful and inconsiderate, they agreed at the time, as did our friends. The thing that hurt me most was the fact that I had ruined my chance to make her happy, I had pushed her away and had been replaced, I has lost my girlfriend and my best friend and I felt truly alone. I told them that they should do whatever made her happy. In truth I wanted to kill my best friend, how could he do this to me? But my guilt outweighed the anger and I did just want her to be happy.
Since then I haven’t been able to find anyone else who I could have those feelings with. I’m not a religious person at all, more atheist than anything but I do feel like maybe it’s because I don’t deserve anyone. I have been with 4 people since her, 2 of them our friends which has caused further problems between us. She thinks that I was with them to get back at her; maybe it’s true, I’m really not sure anymore but no matter what I do I just seem to make things worse between us. 6 months since we broke up (now) and I still think about her everyday, I still feel the guilt of my behaviour and it is reflected in my personality. Is it possible to be truly forgiven? To change?
I am not the person I was before, I was immature, scared, confused and I know this now and I have really changed and I think most of all I just want her to know that I am sorry. We have tried talking but our last conversation ended with her telling me that she never wanted to speak to me again, she actually said she wouldn’t care if I died. I can’t live my life with this hanging over me. Time is a great healer I know but I honest about the past now in everything I have written and I understand that I treated her badly.
Right now I have some good friends at uni but I just can’t seem to find anyone for a relationship. Im finding it very hard to talk to women and when I do I have no idea how to read them anymore or figure out how they feel about me, I guess im just really out of practise. I really want too find someone so I can somehow make up for what I have done and prove to myself that I can make a woman happy and have a successful relationship. Most of all, having been used to being with someone for so long, I am feeling alone.
I wake up everyday and feel like something is missing and I am generally unhappy, do I deserve it? Im not sure but all I know is that I have changed, Im not a bad person. Can I ever make up for my mistakes for me if not for her?
Please let me know what you think about my comments. Thank you.