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I really, really, really apologize for the length of this and completely understand if it's too long/obnoxious, but I have nowhere else to go to for advice. I've always read this part of JUB and figure you guys may be able to provide some perspective.
Josh and I had been involved for six months. I met him over facebook the summer before I was to go to college; he had joined the college I now go to's group and I joined it as well. We added each other and started chatting, eventually talking on the phone for hours upon hours at a time and texting like crazy. I decided on a whim to take the train up to New York (where he lived) to see him, meet him, get to know him. What was once a crush turned into, of course, love. I went up to visit him on three occasions, my last visit was four days long. It was positively bliss. Then school started and problems arose. He didn't know how to be a great boyfriend, put simply. He never wanted to show affection in public or go to parties with me because I'm an affectionate drunk. We would argue nearly every day over extremely stupid shit. One night, we decided to separate for a day or two to figure things out; we needed time apart I suppose. It was mostly his decision. So, I decided to out with my friend Liz to a party on campus and just drink away the pain I was feeling. I had three cups of jungle juice, strong shit that night, and Josh showed up at the same party. I of course, being a lightweight and having consumed a fair amount of alcohol, confronted him. He wouldn't talk to me. He wouldn't even look at me, avoided me like crazy. Then I screamed that he was a cunt, a motherfucking cunt, and that I hated him. He told me he would hit me if I didn't stop, so I yelled back that I'd love for him to slap me so everyone would see how much of a pussy he was.
Things were never the same after that night. I guess all the tension had been boiling up for sometime and it all came out full force that night. I cut myself for the first time in three years the morning after and there's still a scar on my wrist that reminds me of it every day that I shower. Another night in December, Josh went out to a party with his friends and came back, and I bitched him out for not asking me to go and he went completely insane. Detached, disconnected from whatever he once felt and told me he didn't love me, that he hoped that I would die from smoking cigarettes, thanks for ruining his night, etc etc. It was basically just on a downward spiral ever after, he apologized like crazy the morning after and kept trying to make it up to me. There were just so many instances like that that made it a terrible relationship. I went away for winter break, for a month, back at home. The distance made things worse and we kept arguing throughout the whole break, but we missed each other so much. When I came back for the second semester in January, I found myself unbelievably happy to see him again for a few weeks, and then I noticed that I just didn't love him anymore. Like that. I detached. I was disgusted with myself for staying with him after what he had done to me. So one night in February I got terribly drunk (starting to think I'm an alcoholic) and confessed to him that I wanted to break up. Many tears, lots of sorrow, etc. I'm sorry this is so long. I feel like you have to understand completely what was going on though to make a good judgment. So anyways, he deduced that we can't be friends because every time he sees me he just wants to flirt, just wants to win me back.
I broke up with him for a few reasons. The main one is that he is a very fucked up kid, a fucked up past, a fucked up family life that contributed to why he is such an angry and fearful person (homophobic I believe). The other reason is that I started having feelings for other boys, and that I didn't find myself to be in love with him like I once was. But damn, we were completely tied to each other and that's why I'm miserable right now. When someone you've loved for so long...when you can't find yourself being with them anymore...when you're not over them sexually either...when that's torn away from you, it's hard to deal with. I miss texting him all the time and cuddling, and his cute faces that he would make. It really rips me up every day. He deleted me from facebook and stopped following me on tumblr, I suppose, in an effort to get over me. I know though, that he would take me back in a heartbeat. As vain as this sounds, I know he will never truly be over me because we were, figuratively speaking, each other's limbs, we depended on each other. He has told me many times that he is still in love with me and always will be, no matter how much time passes. When I broke up with him he begged, practically, for me to come back. Kept telling me that my smoking made no difference to him, etc etc.
So I've been missing him a terrible amount. I feel racked with guilt for breaking his heart completely. I keep seeing little reminders of him everywhere and it just sinks my heart. The new boy that I'm seeing is named Mark, he's a senior English major at my college. Extremely smart, very well-versed in literature and art, and his music tastes are amazing. I've gotten so much good music from him this last month. Ah, yeah, I've been seeing him for a month. A week after I broke up with Josh, I went over to Mark's apartment and (got drunk) ended up just cuddling and sleeping (not fucking) with him. It's so nice too, Mark's a chainsmoker, and it's lovely to be able to smoke cigarettes with a guy that you really like, drink beer, and listen to records in bed. Josh was always extremely judgmental towards my smoking. I love it. It's like a new life. He introduces me to great movies, has told me I'm really cute, is an amazing cuddler and is just a fun person to be with in general. He has told our mutual friend that he really likes me and wants to be in a relationship eventually. But right now I just wish I could choose, because I could see something really great happening with Mark, but I miss Josh's company so much. I feel like no matter what I do, I can never break the grip that the relationship we had, had on me. The other thing to that complicates things with Mark is that we are often too afraid to speak about personal issues such as a relationship with each other, we tiptoe around it in fear of scaring each other off. I feel like that's because it's the fact that it's a new thing, we've only been seeing each other for a month. Regardless. Thanks for listening to me. I never realized how much I had to say about the issue until I typed it all out. Any advice whatsoever?
Josh and I had been involved for six months. I met him over facebook the summer before I was to go to college; he had joined the college I now go to's group and I joined it as well. We added each other and started chatting, eventually talking on the phone for hours upon hours at a time and texting like crazy. I decided on a whim to take the train up to New York (where he lived) to see him, meet him, get to know him. What was once a crush turned into, of course, love. I went up to visit him on three occasions, my last visit was four days long. It was positively bliss. Then school started and problems arose. He didn't know how to be a great boyfriend, put simply. He never wanted to show affection in public or go to parties with me because I'm an affectionate drunk. We would argue nearly every day over extremely stupid shit. One night, we decided to separate for a day or two to figure things out; we needed time apart I suppose. It was mostly his decision. So, I decided to out with my friend Liz to a party on campus and just drink away the pain I was feeling. I had three cups of jungle juice, strong shit that night, and Josh showed up at the same party. I of course, being a lightweight and having consumed a fair amount of alcohol, confronted him. He wouldn't talk to me. He wouldn't even look at me, avoided me like crazy. Then I screamed that he was a cunt, a motherfucking cunt, and that I hated him. He told me he would hit me if I didn't stop, so I yelled back that I'd love for him to slap me so everyone would see how much of a pussy he was.
Things were never the same after that night. I guess all the tension had been boiling up for sometime and it all came out full force that night. I cut myself for the first time in three years the morning after and there's still a scar on my wrist that reminds me of it every day that I shower. Another night in December, Josh went out to a party with his friends and came back, and I bitched him out for not asking me to go and he went completely insane. Detached, disconnected from whatever he once felt and told me he didn't love me, that he hoped that I would die from smoking cigarettes, thanks for ruining his night, etc etc. It was basically just on a downward spiral ever after, he apologized like crazy the morning after and kept trying to make it up to me. There were just so many instances like that that made it a terrible relationship. I went away for winter break, for a month, back at home. The distance made things worse and we kept arguing throughout the whole break, but we missed each other so much. When I came back for the second semester in January, I found myself unbelievably happy to see him again for a few weeks, and then I noticed that I just didn't love him anymore. Like that. I detached. I was disgusted with myself for staying with him after what he had done to me. So one night in February I got terribly drunk (starting to think I'm an alcoholic) and confessed to him that I wanted to break up. Many tears, lots of sorrow, etc. I'm sorry this is so long. I feel like you have to understand completely what was going on though to make a good judgment. So anyways, he deduced that we can't be friends because every time he sees me he just wants to flirt, just wants to win me back.
I broke up with him for a few reasons. The main one is that he is a very fucked up kid, a fucked up past, a fucked up family life that contributed to why he is such an angry and fearful person (homophobic I believe). The other reason is that I started having feelings for other boys, and that I didn't find myself to be in love with him like I once was. But damn, we were completely tied to each other and that's why I'm miserable right now. When someone you've loved for so long...when you can't find yourself being with them anymore...when you're not over them sexually either...when that's torn away from you, it's hard to deal with. I miss texting him all the time and cuddling, and his cute faces that he would make. It really rips me up every day. He deleted me from facebook and stopped following me on tumblr, I suppose, in an effort to get over me. I know though, that he would take me back in a heartbeat. As vain as this sounds, I know he will never truly be over me because we were, figuratively speaking, each other's limbs, we depended on each other. He has told me many times that he is still in love with me and always will be, no matter how much time passes. When I broke up with him he begged, practically, for me to come back. Kept telling me that my smoking made no difference to him, etc etc.
So I've been missing him a terrible amount. I feel racked with guilt for breaking his heart completely. I keep seeing little reminders of him everywhere and it just sinks my heart. The new boy that I'm seeing is named Mark, he's a senior English major at my college. Extremely smart, very well-versed in literature and art, and his music tastes are amazing. I've gotten so much good music from him this last month. Ah, yeah, I've been seeing him for a month. A week after I broke up with Josh, I went over to Mark's apartment and (got drunk) ended up just cuddling and sleeping (not fucking) with him. It's so nice too, Mark's a chainsmoker, and it's lovely to be able to smoke cigarettes with a guy that you really like, drink beer, and listen to records in bed. Josh was always extremely judgmental towards my smoking. I love it. It's like a new life. He introduces me to great movies, has told me I'm really cute, is an amazing cuddler and is just a fun person to be with in general. He has told our mutual friend that he really likes me and wants to be in a relationship eventually. But right now I just wish I could choose, because I could see something really great happening with Mark, but I miss Josh's company so much. I feel like no matter what I do, I can never break the grip that the relationship we had, had on me. The other thing to that complicates things with Mark is that we are often too afraid to speak about personal issues such as a relationship with each other, we tiptoe around it in fear of scaring each other off. I feel like that's because it's the fact that it's a new thing, we've only been seeing each other for a month. Regardless. Thanks for listening to me. I never realized how much I had to say about the issue until I typed it all out. Any advice whatsoever?











