I dated a guy. We were together for four years before he decided to end things last year, December. He was not my first love, but he was actually the first person who ever showed me love. I don’t have supportive parents, and he was there for me all through. We dated for two years before I even let him have sex with me. He was my first sex partner, and we even ab0rted a pregnancy then. We started dating when we were both teenagers. He made a lot of sacrifices—I won’t lie. He now has a house and a business. God knows I really prayed for him to get to this level, but maybe it wasn’t my prayer that got answered. The issues started, I think, about six months after we started having sex. He began complaining about everything. He was no longer proud of me.
Of course, I know I have my flaws, but I tried everything possible to fix things. At the end of the day, he left me. On the first of January this year, I was crying. I cried for almost half of the year. I was depressed. I started h8ting myself. I tried to h8te him, but I couldn’t. The most painful thing is that I entered a relationship about seven months after we broke up, but it ended because I was just hard to deal with—or let’s say I was finding my ex in every new guy I met. I noticed he started stalking me. I stylishly asked him if he had been in a relationship since then. He said no, but he’s not showing signs of wanting me back. It just hurts. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over this or if I’ll find someone who will please me. I’m really depressed.
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