I love him one moment, then despise him the next.
Hi, I'm Kirsten. I'm 23 and from the US.
My question has to do with my boyfriend (age 24), who I've been dating for around 9 months, since May/June of last year.
Let me start by saying that this is _not_ my first serious relationship, but he is the first person that I've felt so strongly about. I adored and was so in love with him. I still admire many of his character traits.
However there are 3 things that happened that have drastically changed my feelings towards this man.
(1.)
When we first started dating, he was pretty good friends with his ex-girlfriend. I was comfortable with this, and not threatened in the slightest. (I'm a girl with a lot of confidence and a good self-image, no emotional baggage, pretty, fun, intelligent, &tc.) The three of us actually went to a baseball game last summer, and I had a lot of fun. He said this to me about his ex: "She is one of my best friends, and it's important to me that you meet her." He had her picture on his wall with all his other friends, too.
At this point I was A-OK with everything and never thought anything of it.
So a few months later on a Friday night I was driving home from across town. I called him up to say, "Hey, what are you doing? Wanna hang out?" &tc. So I go over to his house, and he's cooking dinner. He says, "Hey, I invited (my ex) over for dinner, so she might be here soon." I wasn't suspicious of this at all, I was just like, "Ok cool, I'm starved, how was your day?" After talking for a bit, he said, "I'm gonna text her and see where she is." His ex, who I will now refer to as CamelToe, never showed up for dinner. While we were eating I said, "Hey, I thought you invited CamelToe? Where is she?" "Oh, I dunno, she never texted me back."
I got mad at this *recently* because I got to thinking,
Why did he invite his ex over for dinner on a Friday night when he was alone in the house? Can't he invite her over when everyone is home? I probably would have never known about it if I hadn't invited myself over. I asked him about it recently while we were arguing. I said, "How come that night you invited CamelToe over, she never showed up?"
He says: "Because I texted her to not come over because my girlfriend is here." So really when he said, "I'm going to text her to see where she is," his intention was to tell her to stay home because I was there!
He says he lied about it because his last girlfriend was always really jealous of CamelToe, so he was scared he was going to mess things up with me. He also says he picked up bad relationship habits from dating a jealous control freak lady.
I hate lying, for any reason, and I always admired this guy for his honesty! So this was the first breach of trust. Not an impulsive lie, but a premeditated lie, and he made himself look like he was hiding something!
Oh yeah, some history on him and his ex: They were friends in high school, dated for three years, she was his first girlfriend. He joined the Marine Corps after graduating, was deployed to Afghanistan and Iraq, and she cheated on him with three different people while he was fighting in service. They lost contact for two years (he says not by choice?) and has had other relationships since then. When I met him, he had been single for 6 months since his last girlfriend, who I do not know. He says he forgave his ex and returned to being friends with her.
2.) We were supposed to have a date on a Friday or Saturday night after I got home from dance practice, and I said I'll call you after I'm done. The place I went to didn't have any signal, and it was a late practice until 11:00 p.m. (we're a volunteer group, and we're like family.) I called him and said, "Hey, what are you up to?" Him: "I'm at CamelToe's house. Do you want to come over?" Oh really? >:/ Cause I thought me and you had plans, and you're saying, "Do you want to come over?"? That's where I got jealous/mad. "No, I'm just going to go home >:( " Okay, so not that big of a deal, but you're going to have dinner and a movie at your ex's house and not even get excited over the plans we had? Ugh. His defense: "I didn't have anything to do, and she invited me over. I tried calling you but you didn't answer so I thought you were mad at me." Um, for what? We hadn't had any fights or arguments up to this point.
I talked to him about it, and I told him it made me feel insecure and I felt that it was inappropriate and disrespectful to our relationship to be alone with her in her home.
Never did I give any inclination that he should stop talking to her completely, but that's what he did! He took her picture down off his wall, and stopped answering her calls. I remember he told me that she blew up his phone for about a week.
I had another talk with him to say, "It was not my intention to break up your friendship. I don't care if you guys are friends as long as you keep within respectful boundaries."
Him: "Well, she wasn't really my friend. She was more like an acquaintance."
More lies! "When I first met you, you said she was one of your best friends!" I told him it was rude and unwarranted to suddenly cut off all contact with no explanation, and if she was really just a friend he wouldn't need to do that. I never got a straight answer out of that one.
3.) This past December, his friend from out of state came down to visit him. We decided to go out bar hopping and get smashed, of course with a DD. Our bar crawl began and ended with a certain bar that one of his good friends was a server at. She was delighted to see him since he hadn't been out in a while (full-time with school, no extra cash to go out usually). So at the end of the night we came back to see her, and we were all thoroughly inebriated. Except this time when he sees her, he's way more touchy-feely. He puts his arms around her from behind, and later whispers something in her ear and kisses her on the cheek.
I go outside without a word to take a walk because I'm fuming mad. I call my girlfriend up to talk to her and calm down. (I wasn't sure if I should be mad at that or not because I was drunk.) Halfway up the street my boyfriend comes running up to me to try to talk to me. I popped off at him because I was mad, "Can you, um, like, F*** off?"
He proceeds to leave me alone, and we ride back to his house in the same car. I know I hurt his feelings by cussing at him because I'd never spoken to him like that before. I sit outside on his porch to think, and then I come back inside to talk to him and apologize. I go up to his room and begin by explaining why it made me mad to see that, I'm kind of insecure about our relationship lately, etc. He responds with,
"How do you even know I kissed her?! I didn't kiss her! You don't know because you didn't see anything!" Wow, this time a blatant lie.
I said, "Yes you did! I saw it!"
He says, "Well maybe I did!" And THEN he starts yelling at me about the stuff that happened to him in Iraq, I start crying because I really just wanted to make up. It was scary and I laughed out of nervousness, he gets angrier, I explain to him I laughed because it was a nervous reaction, he says, "Why are you nervous?" kind of scoffing like I made it up. So I go downstairs to get away from him and sit down on his couch crying. He follows me downstairs to yell at me some more, call me names, tell me I'm shallow and petty, he doesn't love me anymore, no one's ever made him this mad before, whatever.
Fast forward to morning and he doesn't remember screaming at me. Somehow I felt like it was sort of my fault, but recently I have realized it's his own lack of personal responsibility that caused this to happen!
So because of these things, lately I've been Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He bought me flowers this past week, and I threw them out in anger. Some days I remember all the reasons I love him, other days I feel hurt and anger. I've been lashing out and trying to hurt his feelings the way he hurt mine, only later to apologize. My ugly side has been brought out.
He was the first person I ever really opened up to, loved, and trusted, and I feel like he betrayed all of that. I can't get excited over him the way I used to. I feel like it's never going to be the same, but I can't let go. I really, truly love him.
I can't live with either decision to keep this relationship or break up with him. I want him to do something to regain my trust. Actually I want him to build a time machine and keep all that stuff from happening. I want to forgive him, but memories haunt me. How do I get over this and move forward?
Thank you for anyone who took the time to read all of this! Actually I guess I wanted to vent rather than ask a question... I would sincerely appreciate any advice. Because I need it. A lot.
Thank you,
Kirsten