I'm 33 years old today, but let's start from the beginning. Back in 2004, when i was 21. I met this girl, at a party. She was 16, 5 years younger than me. Immediately we get drawn to eachother and start writing on social media (back then MSN). I really liked this girl and we ended up doing it.
Since she was that much younger i felt that it was wrong and kind of never really called her again. But back then i figured, she did not call me, so i guess it was bad sex or something. The same week my father commited suicide. So as you guess i was lost and confused, so everything with her just got pushed aside. I moved on 2 months later and started dating the mother of my two daughters. But somehow i kept thinking of that first girl, all the 8 years together with my childrens mother. I kept pushing theese thoughts of her aside, since, you know i was happy with the woman of my kids.
Fast forward to 2012. January. I had bought a house with my girlfriend and we got engaged 2011. But one saturday in early January she tells me she wants to take a break. No reasons or anything. One month later, my best friend dies from an overdose, nobody knew he was taking theese drugs. The world got turned upside down and i tried to work out and focus on doing all household choirs to make her stay. All in vain, i moved out of the house in the fall and due to not being able to sell the house i had to move back in with her. 3 Months of abuse (from her side), telling me how i was'nt good and other things, along with her going away with friends partying all weekends i was crushed. Finally after 3 months we sold the house and i immideately moved into an apartment, trying to stay alive, trying to find strenght for my new life. At this point i felt like i had climbed a ladder to the top and fallen all the way down. It was around this time, my ex told me she was a lesbian. Yep, she does not enjoy the cock apparantly. I felt relieved, since that meant it was'nt on me. Always something right? She moves to a city 2,5 hours away so i have the kids on all weekdays except for the weekend. Between 2013 and the beginning of 2015 i was trying desperately to date women, one fail after another led to me sitting at home, feeling hopeless. A single dad with two kids, quite the catch? Am i right? So when i have given up all hope, i do what i have always wanted to do, contact the first love of my life. The one that got away. The girl in the beginning of this letter.
She replies on Facebook and we start to talk memories, and about what really happened back then. Turns out she was deeply in love with me and angry because i never called. I explained everything about my dad and we laughed at how crazy it got and talked about what could have been. Turns out, she is Married, with two kids. Ouch. Well, always nice to talk right? After that night, she wrote me back the next day, and the next day. Every single day, all the free time we had, we talked. For 6 months. She was really loving and cute in her way of writing, but kept telling me i should go find a girl. So i thought yeah, she is right. The summer went and the fall came, i started dating a girl i met at the pub. I was not really intersted but it was the first girl i've actually dated in forever so i felt hope and deicded to tell the other girl about this. She clearly did not like it and explained to me how she suddenly was single. That put me in a tight spot and i could not decide what to do. I guess she wanted me, right? After breaking the contact with the girl from the pub we met at my place acouple of times, it was wonderful, until we had a fight and turns out she had sex with her man that night after partying. I said that shit happens and we went back to normal. It felt so good until one day.
She came over to my place late at night and while we were hugging and talking my phone rang, i think that it is my mate, who wants a ride home from a party and take it up to look (i know, fail). It is that girl from the pub. FUCK.
I swear to god i had no contact with her, and what follows is 6 months of back and forth with the love of my life, about how i am a lying bastard. The other times it was all good, but she was different. She would not believe me. After breaking contact with me 2 times she always wrote back, saying that she loves me. Until i had enough of her telling me mean stuff all the time and told her i had enough, since i really had not done anything wrong. I think that this might make her think about the whole thing and actually get back to me after some days, leaving it in the past. But nope. I broke after 3 weeks and wrote her, but she told me it is over. So here i am, writing this story on Mapcore. Since i have nobody to talk to about this thing.
Her husband is my friends friend, so it all have been kept under. I am really dying inside and i feel so lost, im sorry for the wall of text but i need help on how to move on before i lose my sanity. It is like i have a ton of bricks on my chest all the time and nothing i used to enjoy is fun no more. Fuck my life. I wish there was a reverse button.