I lost his trust. He broke up with me. Should I talk to him again?
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I had a bad past with drinking and such. But when I had met my boyfriend, he turned the tables for everything. Anyway, I was hanging out with my friends, and took a shot of jäger. It was either tell him and be honest about what I did since I felt guilty about it, or just keep it to myself. With him being able to read me like a book, I just told him. Our conversations dwindled down to nothing and he wanted to break up. I was hysterical. And the sad part is that everything happened over text messages. I wasn't about to let that happen. So on the weekend, I went over to his house. He said he lost my trust and no matter how much he cared for me, the promise breaking shatters everything else. I broke down, and he started rubbing and scratching my back. He even pulled me into a hug and started intertwining our fingers together. I told him that he didn't care anymore. He told me to think what I want. He also added that once I figured out why he had to end our perfect relationship, then I could call him. Even more mixed signals. And the last thing he said to me was, "Do you really think I want to watch you walk out my front door and disappear from my life?" I told him not to let me, but I walked out anyway. I need advice. Should I talk to him again? Or contact him in any way? He's getting surgery soon, and I was thinking that I should go over to his house and see how he's doing. Not to nag him, but just to have a conversation to show I still care. Help?
Does he still care? If he does, why won't he call?
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I'm going to start over on my question. I don't think it was vague enough. It's going to be an epic, but please bear with me. Please read everything. Take everything I say seriously and I want honest opinions.
It all started on a Wednesday evening. I was at school with my friends and we decided to leave early. I wanted to go home because I knew my boyfriend would be there waiting for me. (No he did not live with me, he was coming by to visit.) Anyway, I called him and told him that I would be home and that I was wondering where he was. He had told me that his mom was having problems picking up the kids due to her recent back surgery. She was on pain medication, so she needed his help doing things around the house... etc. I told him that it was perfectly fine. I was raised in a family where they always told me that family comes first. He was bummed. He told me to go over to his house, but I unfortunantely had no gas to make it there. I told him that we had plans on Friday to hang out and that I would have money by then to fill up my tank.
Moving on, everyone that I was with decided to go to my friends house. We were having a good time until my friend pulled out alcohol. With me having a bad past with alcohol, I didn't want to be near it. Having met my boyfriend changed me into a better person... and I promised him that I would never drink again. It was a way for me to escape reality, but since I had met him, reality was so much better now. Anyway, my friends started taking shots around me... passing it around in a circle. I said no at first, but I gave in and had one little shot. My past weakness had caught up to me, and I messed up. I felt horribly guilty. It was either tell my boyfriend that I had a shot, or to just keep it to myself... which wouldn't work because he can read me like a book. He knows me very well. I told him through a text message. Our conversations dwindled down to nothing until he sent me a long text message saying that he couldn't do the relationship anymore... and no matter how much he cared for me, the promise breaking shatters everything else. I completely broke down. I didn't know what to do. I told him that I was responsible for my actions and that I realized what I had did, but he didn't want to hear any of it. I was hysterical. I had called him, but it sounded like he didn't want anything to do with me. I asked him if he really loved me... I just wanted to be certain (I got up the courage to tell him I loved him 3 days before this, and he said it back.) He said that he did of course. But I didn't believe him. He said that he would call me back. I hung up.
He never called back. I went a week (I know it doesn't seem long, but it was killing me inside.) without any kind of communication from him. He deleted me off any social net working sites that we had that we were friends on.
I thought long and hard and decided that I wasn't about to let someone I love break up with me through a text message. I gathered up the courage and drove to his house.
He knew I was coming over. His mom told me that I should since she "adores" me so much. He was waiting by the door and let me in. There was no kind of facial expression in his eyes. I couldn't tell if he wanted me to be there or not. But I went with it and walked inside.
We sat and talked. He told me that he had been hurt in past relationships and lost trust in basically everyone because of the stuff that has happened to him in the past. He was a heavy drinker and a "wake and bake" kind of person. He had stopped drinking when we started talking and dated, but he was still smoking all of the time with his neighbors. He would even call me stoned and even say that he was high. I told him that I wouldn't be able to have a relationship with someone who did that. He told me that I basically made him quit cause he didn't want to lose me.
And somewhat into the conversation, he compared me to his ex girlfriend. No girl that likes or loves another man wants to be compared to ex girlfriends. His not so recent ex girlfriend had cheated on him with two of his close friends... but they weren't close as in best friends. But anyway... he of course ended the relationship with her.
I did nothing like that, I had a shot of alcohol.
Anyway, we went inside and I decided to play a girly game. The kind of game where you walk around to see if he will follow you everywhere you go. He did. If he didn't want me there, he would've just left me there in his house by myself while he did his own thing. I was getting hysterical at this point... mostly because he was following me around everywhere.
He walked away to go outside, and I got up and went into his moms room. She asked me if everything worked out the way it should've. It didn't. It didn't seem like he was going to take me back even though I told him that I was accountable for my actions. We sat there and talked and she ended up telling me that he just needed more time to think. A week wasn't long enough, I'll agree with her on that. But like I said, I wasn't about to break up with him through a text message.
He came in about 5 minutes later and started messing around on the computer, acting like I wasn't even there. I put my head down and started to silently cry... I didn't want his mom to hear me. I didn't want her to think I was weak.
And before I knew it, he was right next to me, rubbing my back and going "shh" in my ear to try to calm me down. I was confused. If he was breaking up with me, why was he acting like he still cares? I pushed him away, a typical girl thing and told him not to touch me, but what I really meant is "touch me, hug me, hold me tight, and don't let me go."
That's exactly what he did. Mixed signals? Oh yes, very much so. I was confused. I wanted to leave, to get out of that house because I couldn't take it anymore.
Before I left his mom's room, she told me that if I ever needed to talk to her, that I could call her whenever I would like to. Even more confusion to me.
I nodded and walked out. He followed behind me. I asked him why he was doing this. I told him that he didn't care. He told me to think whatever I wanted and that once I figure out why he had to do this, then I could call him. More mixed signals? Yes! I thought that he didn't want me to talk to him ever again.
I told him that it didn't make any sense. I started crying again, and he again took me in his arms and tried to calm me down. He looked at me and said "I haven't done anything for the past week. I haven't left my bed. I haven't hung out with anyone. I haven't been doing much of anything. I'm not even living. I'm just walking and breathing. Do you really think I want to watch you walk out of my front door and disappear from my life?"
I told him not to let me, but he said that he had to. I was going crazy. The last thing he told me was goodbye while he was hugging me. I told him that I loved him and left. Those are the last words I said to him.
I'm still hurting over this so much.
At this point, I don't even know what to do.
I want to call him, but I know that's not a good idea.
He's getting surgery in a couple of weeks.
I told him that I would be there for him when it happens while we were still dating.
I don't want to break that promise to him.
It will have been a month by then.
I want to go by and visit him.
Not to ask him questions about me and him, but to just ask him how he's doing.
He's looking forward to this surgery so much.
I want another chance.
But I'm scared of rejection.
Your opinion would be greatly appreciated.
I'm broken... actually I'm shattered.
I just want to know if he's feeling as much pain as I'm feeling.
He made me so happy.
He brought out the best in me. I was happy for once in my life. I was no longer fake. I was the real deal around him. My shell is starting to rebuild itself.
Please give me your honest feed back.
I still love him and it hurts to see that he's 'moved on'
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My ex and I have been broken up with for about a month and two weeks. A couple of weeks after we broke up, I found out that he was dating another 'girl'. I couldn't believe it. After everything that he had said to me, it just didn't make sense. I won't use any of my french, but even bad words wouldn't be able to explain how mad I was. I made a huge scene to my friends and even hinted about it on my Facebook. Silly I know.
While I was sitting in class, I had gotten a text from a random number. I had asked who it was, and it turned out to be my ex boyfriends ex girlfriend... basically the one that they shared everything with. Anyway, we talked for a bit. She even told me that after she broke up with him to be with one of his friends, he started dating that same girl that he started dating after we broke up. I didn't exactly know what to think. But the only thought that came into my head was rebound.. We talked a little more, and the more we talked, the more she had opened up about him. She said that a couple months or so after they had broken up, that he actually ended up calling her and they ended up sleeping with each other. But nothing worked out because she wasn't interested in him. She basically fell for his sweet talk. That man does have a way with words. It just makes me wonder if he'll end up calling me again. Because what I did compared to what she did (she told me that she had cheated on him) was nothing. But like I said, you'll have to read my other threads to know what I am talking about.
He hasn't tried contacting me in anyway. And I really can't tell if this is a rebound girl or not considering that they've been dating for about a month now. But it still kills me knowing that he's with her when I want so much to be with him.
I've tried moving on, but every time I try, I feel disgusting. Like it doesn't feel right to me being with someone else. I want to show him how much pain I'm in from all of this, and I want to be able to actually press 'call' after I dial his number into my phone. But I don't want to seem desprate to talk to him.
I could really use a lot of help from everyone. Please don't just read this and my other threads and not give me your feedback. I really do appreciate everything that everyone says. And I even try to take it into consideration. So please please help.