Some of my JU buddies on here might know, but I'm freshly single after a year and ten days. I'll give you a somewhat detailed rundown for anyone that's interested:
Apparently, things were going downhill in our relationship, but I didn't notice anything. Anyway, two days before school, she calls me at about 9.45 and tells me, crying, that we'd be better as friends. Since this was a pretty big moment, I remembered a lot of what she said, stuff about "things getting too serious", "wanting to be good friends with benefits", "going out to the movies and just having fun as good friends". I thought that's the way it would go down. I also asked her if it was anything I did or if there was another guy, and she gave me an adamant "No". Anyway, how naive and foolish I must have been.
I tried getting some answers out of her the next couple days via IM, e-mail, telephone, in person. At school, it was like she was a completely different person. She looked at me like I was stupid, hardly talked to me, wouldn't hug me, wouldn't even give me like a handshake/high five thing. Two days later, she's wearing a football player's jersey (which I wasn't expecting considering whose it was) and kind of mildly flirting around with him. For those keeping score, that's two marks in the "Bull Shit" column.
By the next week, she couldn't even look at me and said maybe a dozen words total the whole week, but she gave me my class ring back which was good. During the week the football player, whom we will address as "CC", started sitting with her at lunch, walking with her in the hallways, waiting for her, going to his CAR with her, etc. Consequently, CC doesn't talk to me anymore.
It would be a lot more fun if she actually still cared about me because I could ignore her to make her mad, but she doesn't care a lick. She made it VERY easy to move on and I've done just that. It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't fed me SO many lies and so much shit.
I know the tenses were all screwed up in that story and it's VERY "high school drama" material, but I've been away and wanted some opinions on a question, which was my original purpose in writing this article:
To divorcees and those who have been dropped cold like I, do you admit that you loved them? I can't deny that I loved her for a year and ten days, and it's probably a stupid question, do can you admit that you gave them all of your heart before they ate it, chewed it, spit it out, and stomped it into the ground?