4 months ago and something I broke up with a boy we had an 8 month relationship. We had started arguing often about the same things, he became irritable and stopped paying so much attention to me. I found myself not expecting our meetings with trepidation from before, that I was annoyed at the slightest. And it wasn't like that before. R. was the one who met me and was quite embarrassed when he asked for my phone and Facebook. We wrote to each other for at least two weeks before we went on our first date because I was stretching. It's harder to trust and let people in, and I need time to judge the person. But after a few meetings with R. we found a lot in common, and I liked it. I've always tried to be good friends with my boyfriends, not just emphasize physical attraction. R. had often told me that I was much more than his predecessors, that I was superior to them, that I was very beautiful and good. That girls like me are rare, naturally beautiful and without makeup, and modest. I have always been told that I am different from the mass of girls. Whether I was brought up that way or a character, but I've always been more shy. R. often told me that he would not let me go. That she's afraid of scaring me, or getting tired of constantly hugging and kissing me. That it was the first time he had spoken so freely to a girl, so frankly. That he's crazy about me. I don't know what went wrong. But in our last quarrel, I demanded an end, and he did nothing. We had exchanged a lot of insulting words, and he just turned his back on me and continued down the street. After a few days I was sorry, it usually passes quickly, and I can't stand being in a fight with someone. I wrote to him for a few days, but I found only anger, coldness. He kept telling me not to look for him, that it was over, he didn't love me anymore. I told him I understood but at least return the key to the apartment. When we met, R. lived in a dormitory, but then moved to another, closer to me, almost 10 minutes away. To be alone, that he used to live with another boy. So R. had given me the spare key, telling me that I could always stop by, and he even hoped that we would both live. So I reminded him that his key was still with me, and I had to give it back to him if he didn't want us to get along in any way. It took a long time, but we finally saw each other. R. seemed happy to see me, kept his eyes on me, and we talked a lot. There was no sign of the cold man I was writing to. We continued a few more days of contact, but I almost had to measure my words, because at the very least he was on fire and forbade me to write to him. It was as if I believed through a mined field. My messages were simply read but not answered. I got angry and deleted his number, and removed him from my Facebook. A little childish, but I could no longer see that he was online and did not answer me or write first. That he doesn't care how I am. It's been a long time since I've stopped crying and suffering so much. But one night a viber message surprised me. The only way we've been together is if we live together, we'll have a future and maybe things will get better. Before the separation, R. wanted us to live together, although neither he nor he had done it before. I had told him I needed more time, and he shouldn't press me. So after reading this, I wrote him that this is not the way, the problems would deepen. R. said he would not try again. Time passed, probably 2 or 3 weeks, and an unknown number called me, R. He was very surprised that I deleted his number, even a little offended and disbelieving. He said, that I had no problem calling him. I didn't remember his number again because I didn't want to be disappointed again. I decided to write to him, and for at least a few days everything went well. We talked on the phone, we even laughed. There is a fair in town every year, and I asked him if he went. R. said no, and asked me why I hadn't suggested he go. I told him that if we were together, I would. R. was even jealous of me when I told him I was going to the movies and asked me if I had a new boyfriend. He even asked if he was more beautiful, if he was more gifted, and so on. He began to write me intimate things, as we used to talk to each other, my pet name appeared several times. He told me to write to him the next day, but I still encountered his coldness. One day he's nice and funny, the next it's like a stranger who strikes me again. And I gave up looking for him more.
A month must have passed and he looked for me again. R. at least twice first wrote to me if he could call me in the evening, to be sure. He was surprised again that I didn't have his number. The conversations were normal, he even told me that he was to blame for our relationship. One day he blames himself, the other me for everything. I decided not to press him, and just watch my life. I loved him, I got used to him, but I had to move on. After a while, he called me again to see me. I agreed, but it kept shifting the date. It's Friday, it's Monday, it's this week, it's that. I had things in his quarters, trifles, the return of which he delayed from week to week. He returned them and it was over. Okay, but from this unwinding, it just became clear to me that it wouldn't happen. And I resigned myself. So when he started to displace our meeting, I just lost my temper. He kept finding excuses. I wrote to tell him when and where to see each other - and the voice of the desert probably from the month to December, the current date. If I met R. somewhere I don't know how I would react, or he. Will it pass me by, or will it stop? I would stop and talk, but if I saw that he didn't want to talk to me, it would hurt. There are things I would like to say to him, to make it easier for me and for him to understand me better. There were a lot of unspoken things that weighed on me. So I wanted to ask you, why are some men so hard to tell you the end? Why don't you look for them for a while and suffer so much more, remind yourself? You just stop being so emotional, and he shows up and messes with the wounds? Why remind themselves if they are not ready for change? Why do they give up vain hopes, and so play with your feelings? somewhere I don't know how I would react, or he. Will it pass me by, or will it stop? I would stop and talk, but if I saw that he didn't want to talk to me, it would hurt. There are things I would like to say to him, to make it easier for me and for him to understand me better. There were a lot of unspoken things that weighed on me.
So I wanted to ask you, why are some men so hard to tell you the end? Why don't you look for them for a while and suffer so much more, remind yourself? You just stop being so emotional, and he shows up and messes with the wounds? Why remind themselves if they are not ready for change? Why do they give up vain hopes, and so play with your feelings? somewhere I don't know how I would react, or he. Will it pass me by, or will it stop? I would stop and talk, but if I saw that he didn't want to talk to me, it would hurt. There are things I would like to say to him, to make it easier for me and for him to understand me better. There were a lot of unspoken things that weighed on me. So I wanted to ask you, why are some men so hard to tell you the end? Why don't you look for them for a while and suffer so much more, remind yourself? You just stop being so emotional, and he shows up and messes with the wounds? Why remind themselves if they are not ready for change? Why do they give up vain hopes, and so play with your feelings? which I would like to tell him, to make it easier for me, and for him to understand me better. There were a lot of unspoken things that weighed on me. So I wanted to ask you, why are some men so hard to tell you the end? Why don't you look for them for a while and suffer so much more, remind yourself? You just stop being so emotional, and he shows up and messes with the wounds? Why remind themselves if they are not ready for change? Why do they give up vain hopes, and so play with your feelings? which I would like to tell him, to make it easier for me, and for him to understand me better. There were a lot of unspoken things that weighed on me. So I wanted to ask you, why are some men so hard to tell you the end? Why don't you look for them for a while and suffer so much more, remind yourself? You just stop being so emotional, and he shows up and messes with the wounds? Why remind themselves if they are not ready for change? Why do they give up vain hopes, and so play with your feelings? and confused in the wounds? Why remind themselves if they are not ready for change? Why do they give up vain hopes, and so play with your feelings? and confused in the wounds? Why remind themselves if they are not ready for change? Why do they give up vain hopes, and so play with your feelings?
1 skinny_amy answered
You ask interesting stories and good questions. They treated me like that. I have a strong character, principled and uncompromising, but understanding, don't you ... don't imagine a commander. I'm beautiful, I know everything I need to have a homely atmosphere, I have a rich general culture and interests, so my personal life should be great, but it's not, precisely because most people are weak-willed and have a hard time with people like me. . They're scared, it's hard for them to be with me, but at the same time it's hard for them to end their relationship with me because I'm ... in short, a dude. I think it will be the same in the future. I'm difficult, they like it, but it also rejects them, slowly and gradually. If you have a character like mine, you will see that in that. I am 29 years old and I have been like this since I was a child. So far, none of my relationships have ended categorically on the part of the other. I'm the one