How should I move on from this? What should I expect?
All right... so this is going to be a long post ;), so bear with me.
The girl I am writing to you about has been a part of my for a very long time. Due to a very serious hobby of my family and hers, we met when we were 14 years old. ( We are both 23 now) She was origionally from Florida, and I am in Ohio. From 14-18, we saw one another at least once a month 9 months out of the year.
Well we met when we were 14. Became the best of friends, the best friend I thougth I had ever had. Our relationship developed from that point on. When we were 17, we gave ourselves to each other... we were each other's first's.
From age 18-20/21 we kept in close touch. We saw one another a few times a year. We both went on and dated other people, both got in serious relationships and went and had our fun. Each of us, during every serious relationship would questions ourselves if we should be togather.
Well... When we were 22 we decided to take a big jump. We started exclusively dating, making plane trips every two - three weeks to see one another.We did this for 6 months. We got very serious, and she wanted to move to Ohio to be with me. So when I graduated from College in the Fall she moved here to start a life with me. Things were great, amazing at that time. I bought a home for us. A great home, in a great area... couldn't ask for much better. Things were great between us. We both had good jobs, great friends, my family is great, and her family (great family) is moving very nearby soon.
Pretty much from the day she arrived here in, she had hinted (or flat out told me) that she wants to marry me. So often she would grab my ring finger and flat out tell me that that is what she wants... and that she wanted to be with me forever. I thought things were going that way and it would happen, however I wasn't in a hurry. I thougth we had already gone so fast. Because she lived a 1000 miles away we had never had the opportunithy to constantly be togather and see how we liked it... Well I loved it, and it seemed she did too. But I thought that we had moved plenty fast, and we were both still young and had plenty of time for that. She even proposed to me at one point... only three short months ago. I told her... I'm not saying no, but I want to be the one to ask that question. She seemed to be OK with that.
Well, it had been about a year in late September. We had just taken a trip out of town to see some of her friends. Friends that I honestly do not care for. They are the type of women that IMO, every man should run from. They sleep around on the men in their lives, and they lie every chance they get. I know this because she told me everything about them. Well we come home from that trip (we stayed at her parents house) and the night after we get back things are great... like they always have been. We got off work, we went to dinner with some friends, we came home... things were great. (at least I thought so). So we're laying in bed about 1am, and she asks me "did you ask my dad if you could marry me" . Its something I had thought about because I was contemplating asking her over new years. Wel l answered honestly, "no". Well... she didn't believe me... she was sure I asked. She was so giddy and happy, as happy as I had ever seen her. I kept denying it, but she said she new I was lying because I'm a horrible lier(sp?). She was fully convinced that I had a ring waiting for her.
The very next night she came home and we were watching TV and she said that she'd like to be able to spend time with some new friends that she had met from work. Spend time with them without me worrying about her. I said OK, because I was happy that she had finally made friends of her own since she had come to a completely new city. Immediately after that she was always out very late. When she would come home, I'd be waiting up for her. She was distant... she didn't have anything for me when she came home. Our sex life stopped dead in its tracks. This went on for three weeks. And it only got worse and worse. She'd come home very late... 3 am... and her story wouldn't add up. I knew what was going on... I just didn't want to admit it to myself. Many nights she wouldn't come home... would call and say she had a few too many and was staying at her girlfriends apartment. During these three weeks I asked her 5 times if she was seeing someone else... every time she got very defensive and would always answer "no, how can you even say that? you know I don't want to be with anyone other than you".
So one night after she came home late I made a big deal out if it and confronted her. Told her that I knew something was wrong and that she was up to something and that I wanted to know what was going on. She started crying, and said that she thinks we need to take a break. And wow, a big part of me did not expect that. She said that she wanted some time to be single, and by herself so she could figure out if this (me, our life) was what she really wanted. Swore to me that she wasn't seeing anyone else and that it wasn't about that.
Well over those three weeks she became very attatched to her cell phone. Well I finally had an opportunity to get ahold of it one day when she was in the shower. I found everything I never wanted to find. She was seeing someone else from work... and the messages contained many "i love you" phrases. I confronted her about ita and she started crying, she completely broke down. I told her that she needed to move out.
So now, she lives in the complete ghetto. Its so bad where it is that I'm truly afraid that she's going to get hurt. Cute little white girl living in the middle of hell. I'm afraid she's going to get carjacked, shot, or raped or something as horrible as that... it is that bad where she lives. She has changed so much that I feel like I don't even know this girl, and I've known her since I was 14. And she now lives there with her new 28 year old loser mexican boyfriend, who cooks for $8 an hour at her restaraut (We're not even sure he's legal being that so many backround check turn up many interesting things about him, plus we know for a fact that there are illegals working in the kitchen). He doesn't even have a high school education, reality tell me that he has no real future. Every now and then she still calls because I still get some mail for her now and then... every time she calls... she says I love you... I don't say it back anymore... as much as I really want to. I truly love this girl with every inch of my soul... I'm not trying to sound dramatic, that's not the person I am. But I never though there would come a night that she wouldn't fall alseep next to me.
Can anyone make any sense out of this? I'm completely lost. I've been trying to deal with this the best that I can. I spend most of my time at work, or with friends out meeting people, or at the gym... but I'm dying inside. I do not understand how this could happen. Her own family has almost disowned her because of the life she has chosen... and she doesn't seem to care? She even quit the good job that she had and took a big demotion... I just can't figure out what is going through her head?
Anyone care to take stab at it? Sorry for the extremely long post:confused: