I was moving on and he pulled me back and then killed me all over again.
I have been with this guy for 2 years, and we've broken up twice, each break up lasting a little over a month. Both times, he broke up with me, and both time he came back to me. This last time, he started seeing someone else a week after breaking up with me. I found out, it devastated me, but you know what can you do? I ignored his calls, when I saw him I ignored him, and I made it clear to him that we were not friends. It was still to hard for me. I still loved him and missed him. So, I went out with a friend to the bar and he was there with his girlfriend, I ignored him even though I wanted to cry. I ran into an old crush of mine and me and him started talking and we danced. It wasn't even a slow dance. When we sat back down, my ex pulled me off to the side, his girlfriend had already left, and he told me not to let that happen again. The next weekened, ran into him again, and I was talking to some guys, and my ex got mad and got in their faces. I left, he called me told me he was sorry that he broke up with her and that he was still in love with me and that he missed me and had made the biggest mistake of his life and couldn't say he was sorry enough. We got back together, things were great, I asked him several times if he was sure that this was what he wanted, he said yes, he told me to put the ring back on and to put it on my left hand. 3 weeks later, yesterday, I caught him. He had been cheating on me with her for the past 2 weeks. I had known something was worng, girls know. I called him every name in the book, and I flew off the couch and started slapping the sh*t out of him. He told me he's confused, a part of him was scared of losing her and a part of him was scared of losing me. I told him, well, she's all you got now, because, you've just lost me, forever. He told me that there was no comparison in the sex department, and that they thought alike. So, I said, OK, well then go have your friends with benefits relationship and when that gets old and ends, and you realize that you made the biggest mistake of your life, and decide to call me. I won't answer, if you show up at my house, I'll call the cops. Because, you've made your decision, and so now you'll have to live with it. I am gone. After he told me that sex was better with her, I started throwing anything and everything I could at him, everything from a full soda bottle, a notebook, and even a nightgown. Then I jumped up to go punch him in the nose, but his mother grabbed me and held me back telling me that I was too good for that. I also told him that she's 36 with 4 kids, and I am 21 with no kids so chances are that yeah, she will be a little more experienced than me. He's 25 by the way. He's also into the whole freaky, rough, porn star sex, and so is she and she's even got a stripper pole in the basement. I was just staring to move on a little bit and he pulled me back in just to do it to me again. The sad part, even after all of this, I still miss him. And a part of me still want's him back, and then a part of me doesn't because I don't know if I can ever trust him again.