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Its all ****ing over now. We broke up. I can't fricken believe it. I'm so ****ing broken up right now.
I went up to pick her up yesterday morning, and drove back here. We spent the day together. She was a bit distant and closed off from me, but I didn't figure anything out. She didn't want to talk about anything, and I couldn't make her.
Last night she got a call from her Aunt. Apparently her mother called her aunt, someone she trusts actually, and filled her ear with all sorts of poison I suppose, including divulging the fact that we had slept together (she's 23, gimmie a break), and had her aunt call Cathy. Me, naive bastard I am, figured, based on our conversation on Sunday, that she finally made her mind up about the whole situation. She was moving out, and her mom is a manipulitive *****. I figured she'd be mad that her mom is now bringing her aunt into the mix and trying to further manipulate us.
I was wrong.
I let her have her privacy when she spoke to her aunt, so I don't know what was said, I think she listened more than anything. She didn't want to talk about it. I still didn't think anything was wrong. We went to bed, and in the morning I woke up find Cathy all packed up and dressed and sitting in the living room, in silence, waiting for me to wake up. I asked if she was leaving, she said yes.
I shoulda just dropped her off at the damn bus station, but I'm too much of a gentleman/sucker for that, so I drove her the whole ****ing way back to PA. She hardly said a word the whole ****ing trip. 2 and a half hours of virtual silence, both of us just stone faced. No explination or apology, just "I'm sorry I wasted your time". **** her.
The minute I dropped her off and the door closed I just ****ing lost it. I loved her. Idiot that I am, I actually thought we had a future together. I thought this was the one. I thought I found the woman I was going to marry. Bull ****ing ****.
I'm so ****ing mad and so ****ing grief stricken right now. **** the only person I really have to talk to about this is actually my ex-girlfriend, and she is in ****ing France now. So all I've got is ****ing ranting on a stupid ****ing computer gaming site. ****ing hell.
I went up to pick her up yesterday morning, and drove back here. We spent the day together. She was a bit distant and closed off from me, but I didn't figure anything out. She didn't want to talk about anything, and I couldn't make her.
Last night she got a call from her Aunt. Apparently her mother called her aunt, someone she trusts actually, and filled her ear with all sorts of poison I suppose, including divulging the fact that we had slept together (she's 23, gimmie a break), and had her aunt call Cathy. Me, naive bastard I am, figured, based on our conversation on Sunday, that she finally made her mind up about the whole situation. She was moving out, and her mom is a manipulitive *****. I figured she'd be mad that her mom is now bringing her aunt into the mix and trying to further manipulate us.
I was wrong.
I let her have her privacy when she spoke to her aunt, so I don't know what was said, I think she listened more than anything. She didn't want to talk about it. I still didn't think anything was wrong. We went to bed, and in the morning I woke up find Cathy all packed up and dressed and sitting in the living room, in silence, waiting for me to wake up. I asked if she was leaving, she said yes.
I shoulda just dropped her off at the damn bus station, but I'm too much of a gentleman/sucker for that, so I drove her the whole ****ing way back to PA. She hardly said a word the whole ****ing trip. 2 and a half hours of virtual silence, both of us just stone faced. No explination or apology, just "I'm sorry I wasted your time". **** her.
The minute I dropped her off and the door closed I just ****ing lost it. I loved her. Idiot that I am, I actually thought we had a future together. I thought this was the one. I thought I found the woman I was going to marry. Bull ****ing ****.
I'm so ****ing mad and so ****ing grief stricken right now. **** the only person I really have to talk to about this is actually my ex-girlfriend, and she is in ****ing France now. So all I've got is ****ing ranting on a stupid ****ing computer gaming site. ****ing hell.
You can get drunk, can't you? 
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