I had one
She was my first proper girlfriend, met at college, ended up at the same uni.

Still, we'd been together for two years, which seems a long time at that age and I loved her and cared about her. Even after she started spending more and more time with a new male friend she met and less mith me, and even when she made me feel like shit for interrupting her fun when I told her I was desperately unhappy with the relationship and the incredible, irrational guilt-twisting plays on her part, and even when she was saying that 'It wasn't like that' and that she still cared despite signals more mixed and impenetrable than cement, which just dragged the whole sorry process on.

So we split up. She's now with him. She didn't have the courtesy to let me know. I was always too nice to have a proper go, telling myself that it was pointless. I wish I had. I think it would have helped.

I am enjoying being single though. You don't need to move on to someone else right away. I think I'm more confident these days, possibly as a result. So that's something good come out of it at least, since the rest of the memories are tarnished.
(friedel, Thu 21 Oct 2010, 17:29, 2 replies)

Sounds quite familiar to my post :) even the bits I didn't include
Except my first two years were great out if the gate but the remaining seven were a downward spiral
( blitheringidiot semi-lurker status achieved, many thanks, Fri 22 Oct 2010, 0:05, closed)

Well
I did write it as a reply, but thought bah, I'll put it with the others.

Sympathies my man, for a longer relationship death than I had.
(friedel, Fri 22 Oct 2010, 10:56, closed)