a few months back, I broke up with my gf who I had known and liked since f**king 4th grade. We were highkey in the worst kind of on and off situation imaginable, but I didn't know any other way
I'd been broken so many times by the one person I thought I could trust not to hurt me, and I kept going back like a f**king idiot.
The last time, it actually seemed real
like I had a shot now
but before anything else, I'd like to note that she struggles with pretty extreme mental health issues, and was pulled from school into homeschool for trying to cut herself with the plastic knives in the cafeteria (which got those removed district wide)
and I have NEVER been exactly a shining example of stability either
but when I tell you that I thought I would actually be able to trust her fr this time, I f**king mean that shit.
So we went on for a few months, which was mostly great honestly
and then out of nowhere, while I'm celebrating father's day by going golfing with my dad and older brother (started POURING rain btw, always does), she decided to let me know that she wanted to end it.
over text.
without any warning or prompt.
this girl I'd been closer than I've ever been with someone just f**king thought her low self esteem was a good reason to f**king cut me off and f**k me up more than I might be able to ever fully fix.
and she still wanted to be friends.
How f**ked up is that.
So I told her to give me time to process shit, because I was still a desperate little bitch, and guess what.
every.
f**king.
day.
this bitch would text me
and I finally got tired of the remainder that I can't f**king go back to that ever again, so I told her I was done for good, blocked her number, and deleted her contact info.
Bitch tried contacting me through my MOTHER
who did NOT need this extra stress on her
the audacity of this bitch istfg...
but that's not even why I'm doing all this rn, that's just some backstory/context.
here's the real reason I'm genuinely f**ked up in the head rn
my dumbass really based SO MUCH of my core interests, hobbies, and personality around her, that when she f**king left, I was stuck with a fake self with thoughts that weren't my own controlling my life.
I'd been developing myself from grades 4 to 9 with her in mind.
five years of mental development WASTED because my dumbass thought I had something
and that time also caused a lot of people to decide to make me their verbal punching bag (or yk, whoever shot a load onto my lunchbox in PE that one time) cont.