What I Don't Know Is Whether I Love Him Or I'm Used To Him

The Story

Well, what can I tell you, my story started very nicely, but it seems to be coming to an end. I don't know, I can't judge for myself, so I turn to you for advice. We met quite by accident in a restaurant and through mutual acquaintances. Anyway, we went out a few more times with these mutual acquaintances. One night it was quite late and he offered to take me to us, I agreed. You could say that I fell in love with him at first sight. So he brought me home, asked for my number, but I don't know why I didn't give it to him, I took his and we agreed the next day to talk and just go out. When I got home, of course, the first thing I did was call my best friend, who actually introduced us, and tell her everything, because I was already hooked. Yes, but what I heard from the other side I did not like at all, I even became very naughty. She explained to me that he was madly in love with her and all sorts of things. Of course, I didn't call him the next day after what I found out, and why should I do it ! .... A month later my friend called me and told me that the boy in question had called her and asked for my number. I just shone with joy and happiness. He called me, we agreed to go out and we went out. It was winter. It was very cold outside, but also very beautiful. We went to a restaurant then took me to a forest it was late in the evening. We went to a meadow where there was nothing but a lot of snow and a beautiful cypress and a bench just below it. The moonlight illuminated our faces. It was really beautiful and that's where our romance started. Then I realized that he never explained himself to my friend or that he was in love with her. I felt very ugly, I felt betrayed by a very close and dear person to me. Many people were against our relationship. They made every effort to separate us, but apparently our feelings were really strong and withstood even the greatest trials. Yes, but time flew by and what happened became everything for me. More important than family, than friends from going out, than absolutely anything. But for him it was not and still is not. He goes out with his friends without me, he lies to me that he is coming home comforted, and the next day a friend of his unwittingly tells him that they have gone out. He doesn't pay attention to me. It's all just for friends, not me. He tells me to come out, I'm not stopping you. But when he came out he frowned and frowned, why I've been with this or that and I don't go out just so I don't make him angry and sick. He is jealous of me from most of my friends, and I give him no reason to do so. And it is. so as not to torment him, I do not go out with them. I can't stand being at home anymore, I stand and wait for him to come, and he still doesn't come. I ask him if you don't want to be with me, he says, I'm not forcing you to stay, and his answer is "I don't love you and I'm fine, I don't want to part with you." Yes, but for 2 years now I have been like a prisoner in a prison that I built myself. Recently, he even left me for a week, told me he didn't love me, and took his way and left. A week later he came back and said that he wanted to see if I loved what I was going to do and that during that time he was very sick of not being with me. He is not anyway. I love him even though he is always rude when we are together. He never compliments, speaks softly and kindly, but maybe I'm used to it. Lately I'm tired of getting used to anything, I'm tired of resigning myself. I feel completely impersonal, as if I am a person without life and opinion. What I don't know is whether I love him or I'm used to him. I still don't know how far we can go this way, I'm just crying and getting tired, the dilemma is whether to be with him or not ???

Last Updated
October 05, 2020
Author:
MacaroniMegu

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