I Broke Up With My Boyfriend
Humans..the biggest, most hazardous impact on earth. We hurt each other the most, we are our own predators, possibly the only creatures in the animal kingdom that are so cruel to their own kind.
Me and him....where do I even start? Our story started the moment I saw him when I was 15 and he was 22. I didn't know what love was, or what it felt like, but after knowing him for 3 years, love just grew on me. I felt true love for him and everything that came along with him, I loved him when he hurt me, and I loved him when I hated him. Thats how I knew, that one day, we'd be married, he'd be my protector and the father of my children.
After years of slow slow friendship (If that) we were family friends, so without our families spending time together we wouldn't see each other) we eventually started to feel sparks flying. Well, his sparks. My sparks for him were set in stone from day 1. This hurt a lot of people I loved, due to family issues, the thought of us being together disturbed my siblings, his parents and my father. Although our families both loved us, due to religious reasons and personal history, our families were quite concerned. But our love for each other kept growing and growing, and I followed my heart. We were together for 3 years, we were so happy and fulfilled, nothing in the world would hurt me, as long as I had him.
Shortly after our 3rd anniversary, we decided to move our relationship to the next level, we were engaged in summer with a huge party and our now supporting families. Life was amazing and I couldn't believe I was living my dream throughout my reality. I remember looking at him during the party and thinking that heaven must not exist, because what could possibly be better than this life I had been given. I had him, and I was so grateful. But, life changes at the speed of light, and in those happy moments, I could not have ever predicted the things I would soon experience.
I dont know where exactly we went wrong, but it was like all of a sudden, the stars that were aligned, fell apart. We were planning for our wedding but completely miserable with each other, we fought often and he became unhappy in his job and social life and eventually taking it out on me. But he wasn't the only one to blame. We both said and did things we didn't mean, we said the things you can never take back and hit you in the heart. Our unhappiness grew and grew. And soon, the love we felt for each other was fading, we started to realise we wanted different things and we weren't the people we once were. We had grown up. Eventually he called off the engagement and I was devastated. even though I wasn't happy I didn't want to loose him, and I wanted to keep fighting for the amazing thing we had, but he didn't want a bar of it, and didn't want to be married yet-at least not to me.
It took my years to finally begin to feel normal again. it ruined me so bad, it numbed me on the inside and I lost myself along with the life I loved. Within 3 years of our breakup, he had met someone new and was engaged again.That devastated me. Thats life.
Me and him....where do I even start? Our story started the moment I saw him when I was 15 and he was 22. I didn't know what love was, or what it felt like, but after knowing him for 3 years, love just grew on me. I felt true love for him and everything that came along with him, I loved him when he hurt me, and I loved him when I hated him. Thats how I knew, that one day, we'd be married, he'd be my protector and the father of my children.
After years of slow slow friendship (If that) we were family friends, so without our families spending time together we wouldn't see each other) we eventually started to feel sparks flying. Well, his sparks. My sparks for him were set in stone from day 1. This hurt a lot of people I loved, due to family issues, the thought of us being together disturbed my siblings, his parents and my father. Although our families both loved us, due to religious reasons and personal history, our families were quite concerned. But our love for each other kept growing and growing, and I followed my heart. We were together for 3 years, we were so happy and fulfilled, nothing in the world would hurt me, as long as I had him.
Shortly after our 3rd anniversary, we decided to move our relationship to the next level, we were engaged in summer with a huge party and our now supporting families. Life was amazing and I couldn't believe I was living my dream throughout my reality. I remember looking at him during the party and thinking that heaven must not exist, because what could possibly be better than this life I had been given. I had him, and I was so grateful. But, life changes at the speed of light, and in those happy moments, I could not have ever predicted the things I would soon experience.
I dont know where exactly we went wrong, but it was like all of a sudden, the stars that were aligned, fell apart. We were planning for our wedding but completely miserable with each other, we fought often and he became unhappy in his job and social life and eventually taking it out on me. But he wasn't the only one to blame. We both said and did things we didn't mean, we said the things you can never take back and hit you in the heart. Our unhappiness grew and grew. And soon, the love we felt for each other was fading, we started to realise we wanted different things and we weren't the people we once were. We had grown up. Eventually he called off the engagement and I was devastated. even though I wasn't happy I didn't want to loose him, and I wanted to keep fighting for the amazing thing we had, but he didn't want a bar of it, and didn't want to be married yet-at least not to me.
It took my years to finally begin to feel normal again. it ruined me so bad, it numbed me on the inside and I lost myself along with the life I loved. Within 3 years of our breakup, he had met someone new and was engaged again.That devastated me. Thats life.
22-25, F
