Hello everyone. First of all I want to thank everyone that takes the effort to read and maybe even answer everything I'm about to write down. The story I'm about to write comes coupled with more pain and suffering than words could ever do justice. My entire life has been nothing more than a series of unfortunate events leading up to my currents situation. It would take a novel to describe but it essentially boils down to one fact. I could never have the things I've wished for the most up to the point where life seems to use me for some sort of cruel sadistic entertainment. It ended up with me severely depressed, unmotivated and bitter. I'm 23, still live with my parents, lost my friends simply because I couldn't be the person I was to them anymore and I have no aspirations left. I simply stopped seeing the point.
After a while I did nothing more than be at home, in bed for days, withering away waiting to be freed from life. There was one thing I did do and that was casually catting with people in open chatrooms. This is where I met the most intelligent, captivating, inspiring and talented girl I ever met. She was someone plagued by a terrible past like me. She was has been the victim of rape, eventually leading to self destructive behavior I.e. Drug use, being attracted to abusive relationships, self harm and a distorted view of sex.
After a while she confessed she had feelings for me and I did so too at a later point. She said she felt safer with me and wished we could live together. It got to the point where I actually traveled to her state and met her. When we met she flew into my arms and we couldn't stop kissing each other. Going back home was the hardest thing I ever did. The time I spent with her I felt alive again, and finally seeing the contrast between how most people must feel, and my usual situation made it all the more difficult. I dropped out of college before due to my depression but back home we promised we would start living with each other in the near future. It takes allot of money I didn't have at the time to move somewhere and start an actual life.
In the months in between she got kicked out of her abusive parents house and started living with an ex boyfriend. Later she moved back home but she did confess they had a relationship, but that it meant nothing to her, that he already told him it had no future. That she's so alone and I wasn't there. After a big fight between us she broke up with him and told me it was a mistake, I forgave her because I knew she was into open relationships before and I knew she chose me. After a while I had enough money to rent a place of my own close to a new job I managed to get. Right before I could set a time to meet up at the airport she got kicked out again, and disappeared for over a month. I was incredibly worried because I was thought she was living on the streets and had no way to get back into contact.
When she finally returned she dropped the bomb on me, she was living with her Ex boyfriend's family and they love each other, getting ready to get married. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, it felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. She said that she wasn't leading me on and she meant everything she told me at the time. But that things changed, and that if it was a different time, or a different place we could've been something if she wasn't in love with him. The betrayal I felt I still can't properly describe. I don't understand how she could've told me she loved me for 2 years, while her ex was hanging out with her during the time as friends, only to tell me at the last moment after being gone for a month that she doesn't love me anymore and that her ex stole her heart. She told me they couldn't be separated anymore. I did not even get a chance to prove myself. I only had a day to be with her in real life. She and her ex much, much longer. It felt incredibly unfair and cruel because I already spent thousands on a down payment for the place I had reserved.
The finality of hearing something like this... Seeing the only hope for the future disappear after truly believing that my life was saved. Is unbearable. She was the love of my life and I would've died for her if it meant saving her. I see no future for myself, but at least before this I didn't have to live knowing someone this amazing is with someone else. And I could've been with her if only I was there sooner. I'm seriously contemplating suicide because I have absolutely nothing to live for anymore. No friends, no ambition and the only thing left truly worth living for, love was only paraded in front of me like some sort of sick joke. Making me feel like an idiot for believing once again I could escape my room. But now I see this will most likely be the last thing I will ever see. Forever haunted by my memories of her, forever wondering what it would have been like. I don't live, I survive. I don't even know what my question would be. Maybe because I have no one else to talk to. And maybe because I don't want to wither away without screaming help one last time.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Time I regret taking from you.