Triysle
May 4, 2009, 01:38 AM
Hello folks. This is my first post here, but be warned, it's a bit of a doozy. I am trying to remain as objective as possible when writing this, but I cannot deny that I have a small personal bias. I apologize in advance for the wall of text, but I graciously thank any and all readers who take the time to evaluate the entire situation.
---Due to length, I had to break this into two posts. The link to Part II is at the bottom of this post---
I met my ex when she was 18 years old, during her freshman year at our university. I was 21 at the time, in my junior year. We met casually through an organization, and I invited her over to hang out one night along with a friend of mine. He dropped us off and said he'd be back shortly, but never came back (it was not planned; he simply went to see a movie with his other friends and forgot about us). I was attracted to her, but I knew she had a boyfriend back home so I didn't want to push anything. We ended up hanging out in my bedroom watching movies and exchanging back rubs. That night we fell asleep together cuddling in my bed, and when we woke up the next morning we took a shower together and ended up having sex. Her boyfriend called later on and she confessed, and they broke up right there over the phone in front of me.
Now here's where I made my first mistake. I felt guilty and partly responsible for the breakup, and so I tried to be there to help her get through it. We ended up starting a relationship on this feeble foundation without even really getting to know each other first. I acknowledged this, and talked to her about it openly. I would ask her if she really wanted to go through with it, and I told her I felt like I wasn't giving her a chance to figure out her own emotions. At one point I even told her I felt like I was taking away from her freshman experience. She told me she didn't mind because she would have stayed in her room all day reading books and wouldn't have made any friends. I told her she had no way of really knowing that, but she didn't seem to mind; she seemed perfectly happy to be in a relationship with me.
Here comes my second mistake. A couple of days after the first encounter with my recent ex, one of my previous exes came over to pick up something she had left there before I met my recent ex (I was very sexually active before I met this girl; I'm not bragging, I'm simply stating a fact). I let the previous ex come in, and it was obvious that she wanted more than just her trinket. I actually asked my recent ex to go home so that I could have sex with this previous ex. When my recent ex asked me if I had done anything, I panicked and lied to her about it. Thus, the relationship's foundation was further weakened by deception.
Fast forward three months. My ex had practically moved in with me after a couple weeks of sorting things out. I had been pledging a fraternity at the time, and I hung out with one of the brothers quite a bit along with my ex. One day I came home from classes and my ex wasn't there, so I called to see what was up. She said she was up at the guy's place playing videogames. I said I'd be up to join them, but she said not to worry about it because she'd be home soon. I waited for over an hour, but didn't really keep track of time and didn't think anything of it.
Now fast forward six months. My ex and I had been steadily improving our relationship, working on communication issues and such. We had decided that we should actually start going out on dates, since we had skipped that earlier, so we were spending more time outside the apartment doing things instead of just sitting around doing nothing together. It was the week before finals, and she sent me a text saying that we needed to talk. She confessed to me that she had cheated on me (orally) with the friend from before, and that her reason for not telling me was because she thought we hadn't figured out our relationship at that point. After shooting down that reason (three months was plenty of time to figure it out), she told me she didn't tell me because she thought I would go attack the guy. Now, I recognize that my military background is a bit intimidating, but I am not a violent person at all, and she knew it. Finally she admitted that she was curious about bondage and that I didn't seem interested in it at all when she had first brought it up back then. My "friend" had shown an interest and she had let him tie her up, and she proceeded to give him oral sex.
I was hurt more than anything by the six-month deception, and by then I had completely forgotten about my own mistake (since everything had happened so fast early on). After a few days, I decided that we had already been making huge improvements, and I decided to trust her again since she claimed that nothing had happened since then. So, we decided to stay together, and went back to our respective family homes for the summer. We maintained contact via IM and phone calls, and as the saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." I visited her for a week, and it was one of the greatest weeks of my life. I got to meet her family and friends, and from what she told me that all seemed to like me. It was around this time that I remember my initial mistake with my previous ex, so I came clean and told her about what happened. She was sad (understandably so) but ultimately said she forgave me.
We moved back to our school for the next year with high hopes, and decided that we would live together in her apartment even though I had one of my own. I did spend a couple nights in my own room, but she was always with me. My friends had started to notice that we were turning into an "old married couple," but I didn't mind at all. It was about that time that my ex and I started having communication issues again. If there was a problem, my ex refused to discuss it with me, even going as far as curling into the fetal position and saying nothing at all until I left for a period. I have always been a confrontational person when it comes to relationship issues; I feel that if there is a problem, we should sit down and talk it out and come to some sort of compromise if possible. My ex, on the other hand, was the complete opposite; she never wanted to think about any issues. It was part of what made her so endearing to me; she was so affectionate and so mature with some aspects of her life, but with this one it was completely different. Rather than try to force her to open up to me, I learned very quickly that if I gave her enough time and space, she would open up on her own. So things seemed to balance out for a bit, even getting slightly better. She started to open up with her own sexuality, and she had piquéd my curiosity as well. We began discussing the potential for a threesome, though I was a bit concerned when she brought it up.
It was about this time that I made another mistake. I went to a party (without my ex; she was never that interested in partying) that was being hosted by a mutual friend of ours. He and his girlfriend were present, along with one of his girlfriend's female friends. After we all had been drinking for awhile, they decided to turn our drinking game into a stripping game. I decided to join in, and ultimately everyone in the room ended up naked. To distract myself from the situation, I decided that me and my friend would go streaking around the house in the lovely January evening weather. I came back inside, and the girls decided that they were going to "reward" us for the streaking. I ended up making out with this girl and fondling her breasts. I stopped before I went further than that, because even in my alcohol-ridden mind I realized that I was making a mistake. The girl gave me a ride back to my apartment, and I immediately told my ex about it. She was not pleased, and made me crazy for over a week before finally deciding to forgive me (as long as I didn't do it again).
Things seemed to start going downhill again from there, however. She started spending more time with a friend of hers from across the hall who had a huge crush on her. He began inviting her over to hang out, but making a point of saying I wasn't invited. I didn't want to interfere with her friendship with this guy, because I knew she had a really good time hanging out with him. She used to tell me how she could talk to him about anything; even now, thinking about those words stings me a little bit. Finally, I confronted her about it and asked her to tell him to come talk to me, so we could sort everything out. I didn't want to make her choose (maybe I was afraid to?) but I did want to figure out exactly why he disliked me. She said that she brought it up to him, and for a time they stopped hanging out (my guess is he didn't want to face the issue, and she decided not to put a strain on things). Around that time, we had to move everything to my place because of an issue with her roommate.
We had been spending time with a mutual friend from my work place who I had introduced to my ex. My friend had a fiancé and a small child with said fiancé, and my ex would frequently babysit for her when we had to work (drilling with the National Guard). We had all hung out together one night, and with a bit of liquid courage decided to swap partners for back rubs (nothing sexual). The couple days later, my friend and I had to go to a training course, and my ex took on the role of babysitter once again. I called her one night while I was at training before I went to bed, because we had gotten into that routine of talking and saying goodnight every night. She said she would be home shortly and that she was having a conversation with the fiancé. She also asked me if it would be OK to give shoulder/neck rubs, and I said it was (because those are not sexual to us unless you make them so). I waited for two hours for her to call, and finally called her much later on in the evening. She did not answer. I sat up for another half hour waiting, and she finally called me. I calmly asked her what happened, and she told me that she had been talking and massaging and lost track of time. I asked her exactly what happened (a little more pointedly) and she told me that she had ended up in nothing but her panties laying on their bed getting a full-body massage. She claimed it was not sexual, and even to this day does not think she did anything wrong ("Because it wasn't sexual"). My friend was furious (understandably so) and almost ended her engagement along with the friendship with my ex.
---Click here for Part II---
---Due to length, I had to break this into two posts. The link to Part II is at the bottom of this post---
I met my ex when she was 18 years old, during her freshman year at our university. I was 21 at the time, in my junior year. We met casually through an organization, and I invited her over to hang out one night along with a friend of mine. He dropped us off and said he'd be back shortly, but never came back (it was not planned; he simply went to see a movie with his other friends and forgot about us). I was attracted to her, but I knew she had a boyfriend back home so I didn't want to push anything. We ended up hanging out in my bedroom watching movies and exchanging back rubs. That night we fell asleep together cuddling in my bed, and when we woke up the next morning we took a shower together and ended up having sex. Her boyfriend called later on and she confessed, and they broke up right there over the phone in front of me.
Now here's where I made my first mistake. I felt guilty and partly responsible for the breakup, and so I tried to be there to help her get through it. We ended up starting a relationship on this feeble foundation without even really getting to know each other first. I acknowledged this, and talked to her about it openly. I would ask her if she really wanted to go through with it, and I told her I felt like I wasn't giving her a chance to figure out her own emotions. At one point I even told her I felt like I was taking away from her freshman experience. She told me she didn't mind because she would have stayed in her room all day reading books and wouldn't have made any friends. I told her she had no way of really knowing that, but she didn't seem to mind; she seemed perfectly happy to be in a relationship with me.
Here comes my second mistake. A couple of days after the first encounter with my recent ex, one of my previous exes came over to pick up something she had left there before I met my recent ex (I was very sexually active before I met this girl; I'm not bragging, I'm simply stating a fact). I let the previous ex come in, and it was obvious that she wanted more than just her trinket. I actually asked my recent ex to go home so that I could have sex with this previous ex. When my recent ex asked me if I had done anything, I panicked and lied to her about it. Thus, the relationship's foundation was further weakened by deception.
Fast forward three months. My ex had practically moved in with me after a couple weeks of sorting things out. I had been pledging a fraternity at the time, and I hung out with one of the brothers quite a bit along with my ex. One day I came home from classes and my ex wasn't there, so I called to see what was up. She said she was up at the guy's place playing videogames. I said I'd be up to join them, but she said not to worry about it because she'd be home soon. I waited for over an hour, but didn't really keep track of time and didn't think anything of it.
Now fast forward six months. My ex and I had been steadily improving our relationship, working on communication issues and such. We had decided that we should actually start going out on dates, since we had skipped that earlier, so we were spending more time outside the apartment doing things instead of just sitting around doing nothing together. It was the week before finals, and she sent me a text saying that we needed to talk. She confessed to me that she had cheated on me (orally) with the friend from before, and that her reason for not telling me was because she thought we hadn't figured out our relationship at that point. After shooting down that reason (three months was plenty of time to figure it out), she told me she didn't tell me because she thought I would go attack the guy. Now, I recognize that my military background is a bit intimidating, but I am not a violent person at all, and she knew it. Finally she admitted that she was curious about bondage and that I didn't seem interested in it at all when she had first brought it up back then. My "friend" had shown an interest and she had let him tie her up, and she proceeded to give him oral sex.
I was hurt more than anything by the six-month deception, and by then I had completely forgotten about my own mistake (since everything had happened so fast early on). After a few days, I decided that we had already been making huge improvements, and I decided to trust her again since she claimed that nothing had happened since then. So, we decided to stay together, and went back to our respective family homes for the summer. We maintained contact via IM and phone calls, and as the saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." I visited her for a week, and it was one of the greatest weeks of my life. I got to meet her family and friends, and from what she told me that all seemed to like me. It was around this time that I remember my initial mistake with my previous ex, so I came clean and told her about what happened. She was sad (understandably so) but ultimately said she forgave me.
We moved back to our school for the next year with high hopes, and decided that we would live together in her apartment even though I had one of my own. I did spend a couple nights in my own room, but she was always with me. My friends had started to notice that we were turning into an "old married couple," but I didn't mind at all. It was about that time that my ex and I started having communication issues again. If there was a problem, my ex refused to discuss it with me, even going as far as curling into the fetal position and saying nothing at all until I left for a period. I have always been a confrontational person when it comes to relationship issues; I feel that if there is a problem, we should sit down and talk it out and come to some sort of compromise if possible. My ex, on the other hand, was the complete opposite; she never wanted to think about any issues. It was part of what made her so endearing to me; she was so affectionate and so mature with some aspects of her life, but with this one it was completely different. Rather than try to force her to open up to me, I learned very quickly that if I gave her enough time and space, she would open up on her own. So things seemed to balance out for a bit, even getting slightly better. She started to open up with her own sexuality, and she had piquéd my curiosity as well. We began discussing the potential for a threesome, though I was a bit concerned when she brought it up.
It was about this time that I made another mistake. I went to a party (without my ex; she was never that interested in partying) that was being hosted by a mutual friend of ours. He and his girlfriend were present, along with one of his girlfriend's female friends. After we all had been drinking for awhile, they decided to turn our drinking game into a stripping game. I decided to join in, and ultimately everyone in the room ended up naked. To distract myself from the situation, I decided that me and my friend would go streaking around the house in the lovely January evening weather. I came back inside, and the girls decided that they were going to "reward" us for the streaking. I ended up making out with this girl and fondling her breasts. I stopped before I went further than that, because even in my alcohol-ridden mind I realized that I was making a mistake. The girl gave me a ride back to my apartment, and I immediately told my ex about it. She was not pleased, and made me crazy for over a week before finally deciding to forgive me (as long as I didn't do it again).
Things seemed to start going downhill again from there, however. She started spending more time with a friend of hers from across the hall who had a huge crush on her. He began inviting her over to hang out, but making a point of saying I wasn't invited. I didn't want to interfere with her friendship with this guy, because I knew she had a really good time hanging out with him. She used to tell me how she could talk to him about anything; even now, thinking about those words stings me a little bit. Finally, I confronted her about it and asked her to tell him to come talk to me, so we could sort everything out. I didn't want to make her choose (maybe I was afraid to?) but I did want to figure out exactly why he disliked me. She said that she brought it up to him, and for a time they stopped hanging out (my guess is he didn't want to face the issue, and she decided not to put a strain on things). Around that time, we had to move everything to my place because of an issue with her roommate.
We had been spending time with a mutual friend from my work place who I had introduced to my ex. My friend had a fiancé and a small child with said fiancé, and my ex would frequently babysit for her when we had to work (drilling with the National Guard). We had all hung out together one night, and with a bit of liquid courage decided to swap partners for back rubs (nothing sexual). The couple days later, my friend and I had to go to a training course, and my ex took on the role of babysitter once again. I called her one night while I was at training before I went to bed, because we had gotten into that routine of talking and saying goodnight every night. She said she would be home shortly and that she was having a conversation with the fiancé. She also asked me if it would be OK to give shoulder/neck rubs, and I said it was (because those are not sexual to us unless you make them so). I waited for two hours for her to call, and finally called her much later on in the evening. She did not answer. I sat up for another half hour waiting, and she finally called me. I calmly asked her what happened, and she told me that she had been talking and massaging and lost track of time. I asked her exactly what happened (a little more pointedly) and she told me that she had ended up in nothing but her panties laying on their bed getting a full-body massage. She claimed it was not sexual, and even to this day does not think she did anything wrong ("Because it wasn't sexual"). My friend was furious (understandably so) and almost ended her engagement along with the friendship with my ex.
---Click here for Part II---