Did i have this coming to me?
Hi everyone, I was wondering if you could help me on something. I would love to hear from a nonbias viewpoint and if you can reply to this, I would greatly appreciate it. I'm sorry that it's so long winded, by the way. I'm just typing everything down as I think about it.
Unrelated, but it has some significance to what I'm like now: My only experiences of men telling me they loved me were their methods of trying to get into my knickers. The first had been a bloke who went after anything with a pulse and a pair of breasts, while the other was my ex-boyfriend who proclaimed his love for me on our first date (prior to attempting to shove his tongue down my throat and hand up my skirt). So, even though it sounds stupid and unreasonable, I find it very difficult to accept it when someone tells me they love me because I'm constantly under the impression there's some hidden agenda behind it.
Now, to the point... I have been seeing this guy from my college for the past... 14 months? I absolutely adored him, even though I was warned by my friends not to trust him as he has perverted tendencies and has been rumoured to be obsessed with girls' breasts. Even so, I refused to believe them because I believed he was wonderful. He was funny, albeit sarcastic and judgemental (think Simon Cowell), but every time he smiled I swear my heart skipped a beat. It took me a while to properly fall for him, but when I fell, I hit solid ground. He wasn't the best looking lad but to me he was the most attractive man in the world. (Oh I know, delusional delusional little girl I was).
However, even though I was convinced we were in relationship-bliss, some little things stated to nag me...
For one, it took him six months to actually label me his girlfriend even though we were incredibly intimate (sexual as well as snuggling) and he and one of my best friends were constantly fueding over a spat that happened between them late November 2007. He had recently come out of a relationship and according to her, he sexually harassed her (demanding sexy photos, not physically forcing himself on her); while according to him she kept flaunting it in his face. This went on even while he and I were seeing each other and because I was so convinced he was amazing, I believed him over her. I still regret it.
During the months we were together, he was always certain that I was seeing someone else. He even broke up with me temporarily because believed that I was sleeping with a bloke we both knew. He apologised for it, but I was since very hesitant about spending time with my male friends incase that added fuel to his anger. No matter what I did, it suddenly came down to me being a two-timer. For months on end, I felt like a whore.
What irritates me though, is that he had been seeing another girl "as a friend" on a very intimate basis (secret sharing, sleeping next to each other, discussing the in and outs of each other's sex lives) since before Christmas. When I mentioned it to a few friends (male and female) they were gobsmacked I didn't assume they were sleeping together and call him a cheat. I gave him the benefit of the doubt though because I figured since I had a few close male friends, it was probably on a similar level.
Now recently, a mutual friend of ours who avoided him through out 2008 for no known reason has admitted to me that through out the whole time this guy and I have been together, he has been harassing her behind my back in the same way he had been claimed to have been harassing my close friend. He has also been touching her breasts every time he hugs her and continued to do so when she told him to back off or hinted that it was unwanted attention. I have despised him since and have wanted to give him the chuck as two girls can't be wrong - especially as they were both honest girls and comforted me whenever I have been upset in the past.
Coinsidentally, as soon as the girl from his university has left her boyfriend, he has suddenly turned around and claims to be worried about the wellbeing of our relationship. What a surprise - note the sarcasm. He always used to text me every day and end each one with a kiss or a 'love you', but as of last week when he returned to uni I rarely hear from him and none of them end with a kiss or 'love you' - in fact, they're usually very snipey or just him ... about a friend of his.
I loved him. But I don't believe he ever loved me. If he did, why would he keep making me feel so low about myself and harass my friends in a sexual manner? Someone suggested that maybe at one stage, he did love me but perhaps not anymore. And that's where I wonder if I brought it on myself - if he did love me, what did I do to suddenly make him stop?
I'm so sorry for taking up your time, but I've been really upset about during the week. I want to get revenge on him and make him know how it feels to hear 'I love you' from someone who never meant it.
Does anyone have any ideas? Did he love me and I just wrecked it, or was I right to think of him as a scumbag who deserves everything he gets?
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