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It seems bizarre to write this but I have been going through emotional turmoil since March this year. My boyfriend dumped me on my birthday. I was devastated, in denial and tried to get him to reconsider. I was unable to get out of bed for 2 weeks - it was my first period of serious depression ever. I called him incessantly, cried a lot and believed we were meant to be together. I stopped contact for one week and finally began to accept that we were over.
That's when he started calling me. He wanted to "hear my voice" and meet up to talk. We met up and he admitted that he had made a mistake. He told me he wanted me to be his and be happy. We got back together. I was extatic. All of those horrible feelings of rejection HAD been false - I was right all along, my feelings and love for him were validated.
I was expecting us to re-connect. For him to do something, show me a gesture supporting his words and intentions to make me happy. Instead - he was critical and down right horrible to me. We fought a lot and he acted like he didn't even want to be with me at all. At one point I was sitting on his lap to give him a kiss and he yelled at me- pushed me away and said "all you want to do is lie all over me".
He dumped me again - over the phone in July.
I was even more devastated this time - more so at myself. For what I let him put me through, for going through the humilliation again. Since then I handled the break up really badly. I didn't want it to be over. I felt that because I had given him a chance - He should have given our relationship one.
I have made it known to him how strong my feelings were for him. I called him -a lot. I emailed him. I basically tried to act as if he had never ended it.
I let him humiliate me by trying to talk to him in public. It even got to the point when I was out one night - I desperately wanted to see him and called him up - to hear him taking another girl home to bed.
I wish I could take back the obsessive behaviour I displayed after the break up.
It is what haunts me now more than anything.
My problem is - I can't seem to shed this one last stubborn ray of hope about a happily ever after coming out of this situation. My head knows that is ridiculous - how long does it take the heart to catch up?