About 2 years ago my 8 year old boyfriend broke up with me. He was the man of my life, we'd been together since I was almost 16 and I practically come to this country just for him. We've never stop seen each other really; sometimes he calls me, sometimes its me, but the true is that he only do it when he wants sex or when I think he had a bad day and need someone totally devoted to him to listen to him and make him feel especial. That's the sadly true. I know it and it hurts me a lot because I don't know why I still love him.
Now I think that I'm sick or something.. I don't see any good future with him, I don't like his life style and a lot of other things, but every week I need to see him so I look for a reason to call him and of course I know that he's going to propose me to see each other. After that I always get completely depressed, I cry for hours and I feel like the most stupid person in the world. Of course he doesn't care when he gets to see that.
I'm not a teenager anymore, so why is everything still a drama??