Ex-gf being horrible, my fault?
I don't want this to be too long, so I'll try and simplify it as much as I can. So I was with this girl for a year, broke up somewhere around 7 months ago. Things started awesome as with most relationships, but as things went on I got more and more insecure, controlling, and selfish. I did so many inconsiderate things that thinking back now, is almost unbelievable. Unsurprisingly, she was the one to break it off. I didn't take it too well, but she ended up not answering my calls and just outright ignoring me, which again seems the decent thing to do.
I was in denial for the initial period, but as the grieving process wore on I was able to objectively look back on the relationship and realise what had gone wrong, and all the hurt I must have caused her during our time together. With such a realisation came an incredible need to reach out to her, not as a means to get her back, but more as a way to gain back some mutual trust and let her know that I have changed for the better. She always was and still is a great person, and I just don't want to lose contact with someone like that forever. The task was difficult however, with her still enforcing no contact it was impossible for me to talk to her.
So I decided to give her some time, for over 3 months I made no further attempt to contact her. It was also during this time that I had an unbearable desire to prove, to myself or otherwise, that I was a changed person, that I was able to treat others right. This resulted in me dating a new person, someone in the same field as the ex (nurse). Whether is pure coincidence, or a subconcious longing for my ex, I still do not know. With this new girl I was able to avoid past mistakes, and things are working out very well. Problem is, the need to reach out to my ex was still strong as ever, and I finally summoned the courage to try one last time at calling her.
To my relief, she answered. It was expectedly awkward at the start, but we talked for some 20 minutes and generally remained very polite to each other. Then from that evening onwards we were able to keep very sporadic contact (a couple of SMSs per week). She gradually increased the amount of contact over the month and we ended up with some semi-frequent IMing. Through it all I had not mentioned that I was now with another girl. I told myself that I had no obligation to tell an ex of my romantic activities, but perhaps the real reason was my fear of her disappearing on me once again.
It was through a social networking site that my ex discovered a frequent female visitor to my page. It seemed to piqué her interest and she tried to pry info out of me by insisting
That I date this person. She didn't know that I had already been dating this new girl for some 3 months, and stupidly, I lied and denied any involvement with this girl. Fast forward one week, and my ex had managed to 'befriend' my new girlfriend, and sure enough it wasn't long before she discovered the truth. This is when all hell breaks loose.
Maybe due to the shock of it all, she was very accepting at first. She wished us happiness, and was telling my current girlfriend that she has no intention of ever intefering with our current relationship. One day later and holy crap is she pissed. She hates me, she hates my guts. She is absolutely livid that I lied to her about the new girl. She is furious that she had to find out from somebody else. She resents ever loving me, she cannot believe how stupid she was, how she could ever have fallen for me. She then duly gave me a recap of all the wrong things I had done during our relationship together, and how much pain I had caused her over and over again. The exact things that were being played and rewinded infinitely in my head during the period after the break up, things over which I have lost many nights' sleep, things that made me disgust myself, the things that I always wanted to but never got a chance to make right. She made me realise once again just how appalling of a human being I am.
Here's the deal. I grew up in an abusive household and do lack many emotions which may be entirely natural to normal people. This of course cannot be an excuse for me to be bringing pain to others. I'm so disgusted with myself that I don't think I can go ahead with my current relationship. The new girl treats me remarkably well, but now I cannot bring myself enjoy being with her. I no longer believe I deserve someone that cares for me. I want to be used, and I want someone who does not give a damn about doing so. I feel so sick that I just want to give my ex a knife and let her stab me.
Then after writing all this I still don't know what's next, what's there for me to do now? I am completely lost in my thoughts, so if anyone here can help organise my thoughts just a little I would be extremely grateful.
This ended up quite long after all. Thanks for the patience.