target_analysis
Feb 6, 2012, 11:29 PM
About two hours ago, my girlfriend of two years just informed me that she got drunk at a bar last night, went home with some guy, and had sex with him. She's very sorry, assures me it won't happen again, etc. She still loves me, only did it because she was **** faced, was feeling unattractive and insecure around me, as we have not been having sex with any sort of regularity this past year. She realized her mistake immediately in the morning when she sobered up and is willing to do anything to fix it. That's all swell and all, but my trust is feeling a bit violated.
I'm having troubles processing this whole thing. I do feel angry. I feel like I could use a good cry right now, but it's not happening. I tried when she was in the room after telling me, but I couldn't get the tears to appear.
I've only been able to cry once in the past decade, the day before I went to basic training. I've consistently had a mental block prohibiting me from doing so until that point. The day before I went to basic training, my dad drove out two hours from home to where I lived in San Diego to help me do some last minute shopping for some essentials I needed in boot camp. We had a good day of bonding and whatnot, and after he left, I realized that I had left everything I bought in his car. The flood gates immediately opened, and I was on the floor curled up in a ball weeping for my daddy. Apparently, going to basic training so suddenly had taken its toll on my psyche. That was the first time I cried in a decade, and I have not cried since these four years later. I'm not sure if that means anything at the moment.
Since I moved to Los Angeles a couple of years ago, I haven't been able to create a strong circle of friends. I moved up for her essentially, and I'm realizing how very alone I am at the moment. I'm not sure what I should be doing about this situation, what emotions I should be experiencing. I have no idea what my next course of action will be. I only feel the urge to run from this place, at least for now.
Part of me wishes that she had done this two weeks ago. I just moved into a new apartment one week ago, put down the deposit and everything. I was laid off a month ago, hired back from the same company for a weekend only position. I have no strong network of friends up here to speak of. I thought she was enough.
My friends are mostly two hours away, I can be as underemployed there as I am here, because I don't know if I have it in me to forgive. I don't want to **** over my roommate either one week into this new apartment. I can just allow myself to keep loving my girlfriend, forgive, and not be completely alone in the world. This has been far my longest relationship I have ever had. I could try to use this as a learning experience, use this to make our bond stronger, more honest.
Or I could give in to the rage and flee back to my comfort zone.
I don't know what to do.
I'm having troubles processing this whole thing. I do feel angry. I feel like I could use a good cry right now, but it's not happening. I tried when she was in the room after telling me, but I couldn't get the tears to appear.
I've only been able to cry once in the past decade, the day before I went to basic training. I've consistently had a mental block prohibiting me from doing so until that point. The day before I went to basic training, my dad drove out two hours from home to where I lived in San Diego to help me do some last minute shopping for some essentials I needed in boot camp. We had a good day of bonding and whatnot, and after he left, I realized that I had left everything I bought in his car. The flood gates immediately opened, and I was on the floor curled up in a ball weeping for my daddy. Apparently, going to basic training so suddenly had taken its toll on my psyche. That was the first time I cried in a decade, and I have not cried since these four years later. I'm not sure if that means anything at the moment.
Since I moved to Los Angeles a couple of years ago, I haven't been able to create a strong circle of friends. I moved up for her essentially, and I'm realizing how very alone I am at the moment. I'm not sure what I should be doing about this situation, what emotions I should be experiencing. I have no idea what my next course of action will be. I only feel the urge to run from this place, at least for now.
Part of me wishes that she had done this two weeks ago. I just moved into a new apartment one week ago, put down the deposit and everything. I was laid off a month ago, hired back from the same company for a weekend only position. I have no strong network of friends up here to speak of. I thought she was enough.
My friends are mostly two hours away, I can be as underemployed there as I am here, because I don't know if I have it in me to forgive. I don't want to **** over my roommate either one week into this new apartment. I can just allow myself to keep loving my girlfriend, forgive, and not be completely alone in the world. This has been far my longest relationship I have ever had. I could try to use this as a learning experience, use this to make our bond stronger, more honest.
Or I could give in to the rage and flee back to my comfort zone.
I don't know what to do.