my boyfriend left me and all i can think about is how happy i am to have my bed to myself again
won’t get too into detail. basically, my freshman year i met a guy, we hit it off. fast forward four years, we live together, and we’re having some relationship problems. every couple fights, i know, but not like this.
his sister lied to him and said i cheated on him (i didn’t). the time and place she said i was was completely wrong, and when i was allegedly at a hotel, i was actually attending my mother’s funeral.
i think the original accusation is when my love for him started to die.
despite the fact that there was a lot of proof in my favor, he never fully believed me. this came to light in every small argument we ever had. always some snide comment or petty implication.
tonight, a couple hours ago, he made a “joke” about the hotel i allegedly cheated at. after that i realized that this man has become nothing but an infant child that i care for on the daily.
and he can’t even offer me any respect in return. we had a LONG, painful fight and when he finally left, i realized how exhausted i was. i laid down in MY bed. i’ve never been more comfortable than i am right now without that selfish baby next to me.
edit: hello everybody. i probably should have put in the original post that my boyfriend had no malicious intent in not attending my mothers funeral.
he worked hard and just couldn’t spare the hours, at the time he was very apologetic and while to this day, i wish he went with me, i understand that it’s not always about me.
i wrote this post last night, full of emotion. maybe it wasn’t mature of me to call him names, but i meant what i said and i can’t be sorry for it.
thank you all for the support and the award. god bless you all.