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AMGETR
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6 days ago I lost the best thing in my life - my fiance.
We were best friends for 3 years, and decided to take the leap into a relationship. The first day I met her, I fell in love with her. But I always thought she was out of my league. I could never get her, I thought. She thought the same about me, she used to say. After convincing her that things would only get better if we got into a relationship, she finally said yes to me. December 21, 2004 we were Officially together. Everyone knew we were meant for one another even before we started dating.
6 months into the relationship, everything was going perfect, so we decided to move in together. I already owned a condo, so she moved in with me. Everything got even better. We were in absolute love. She was my best friend, and my love. This was truely meant to be. She felt the same thing to me, but used to claim she loved me more. We lived together for a little more than 3 months when she broke up with me.
For the past month, we have had alot of arguing going on. The arguments were started by me for the most part, and they were about some of the stupidest things possible. There were also fights started by her.
Our main topics of arguement were jealousy issues. Something that we both had problems with, but in our hearts, knew the other would never cheat or think about someone else.
There were times when I made her mad about it because I would maybe look at another girl. I never thought of it as checking out, but she did. I admitted a few times, but in all honesty with you guys, I never ever thought about another girl. I only dreamed of having my fiance, Kate, and finally I got her. I was the happiest man in the world.
Finally, the last week before I left for NY, we had one large fight about her not being interested in having sex with me for over a week. I tried to make her happy by making various reservations at resteraunts that she loved, as well as planning out hikes so that we could spend the night at a lookout point over looking the moon while staring down 500m to the ocean. All my attemps seemed to fail, and finally I got fed up. We got into a big fight, and I asked her to quit her job because it wasn't letting us together.
Let me give you brief information on her job: She's a hostess at a resteraunt. She's been working there for about 7 months, and we had decided that once we moved intogether, she would work during the day ONLY. That lasted for about 1 week when she went back to night shifts only. So when I was at the office during the day, she was at home. Then when I got home, she was at work till 11PM'ish. We didn't get to spend as much time together as we used to, and it was really starting to get to me.
After I asked her to quit her job, she said "NO" and we got into a bigger arguement about her putting her job over me. The arguement ended when she wanted to go back to her mom's house. I tried to get her to stay, but she wouldn't.
That next morning she told me she thought it would be best if we stayed apart for a bit, and I gave her space. I had no clue what she was meaning. This girl I'm in love with asked me to pretty much not talk to her anymore until she felt she wanted to talk to me. I was lost without her. The next day I tried to get her to talk to me, or see me, before I left for NY. She wouldn't. So I called her work a dozen times to try and get her to let me see her that night. All that did was piss her off, as well as he co-workers and boss(es). I was in the area and I wanted to (nicely) surprise her by going to her work and saying Hi and maybe getting her to talk to me on her break. When I drove to her work, I noticed off the bat that the resteraunt was packed to no end. I decided not to go in and bother her. When I drove passed, I saw her talked to one of her co-workers. So I decided that I could call her and maybe speak to her. When I told her I saw her outside, she took it completely the wrong way, and felt I was stalking her and harrassing her. Basically, I scared her half to death it seems. Her workers got involved, and the next thing I knew, I couldn't even goto her work without the co-workers yelling at me.
After her breaking promises to call me during her break and after her shift, as well as her mother lying to me saying I could pick her up from work, I had no clue what was going on. I was getting lied to and stood up, one another. I didn't deserve this. I went to her house to talk to her face to face, I deserved that much at least. We were practically married and she wouldn't even face me.
When I got to her house, I had to wait 20 minutes outside till she got home. When she got home, I got yelled at by her mother, as well, Kate told me I creeped her out for "Stalking her", and that she never wanted to be with me again.
This was on the 24th. Since then, I haven't been able to get her to come back to me. She says one day she wants space, the next day she says she doesn't want to get back together with me.
I've decided to give her all the space she wants, and that I will not be contacting her anymore. In the meantime I'm going to hit the gym intensly again, as well as goto anger management so that I can quit arguing with her about stupid things. If she wants to be jealous, fine, I should be able to not get into a fight with her.
So now, its 6 days later, and I still don't have her back. She doesn't want me back. I feel so lost without her. So much time together. So many memories. So much love. I have nothing now.
Is there any way I can show her that I never meant to scare her, or piss her off more? I only knew how to love her, not how to play games when it came to breakups and time apart.
We were best friends for 3 years, and decided to take the leap into a relationship. The first day I met her, I fell in love with her. But I always thought she was out of my league. I could never get her, I thought. She thought the same about me, she used to say. After convincing her that things would only get better if we got into a relationship, she finally said yes to me. December 21, 2004 we were Officially together. Everyone knew we were meant for one another even before we started dating.
6 months into the relationship, everything was going perfect, so we decided to move in together. I already owned a condo, so she moved in with me. Everything got even better. We were in absolute love. She was my best friend, and my love. This was truely meant to be. She felt the same thing to me, but used to claim she loved me more. We lived together for a little more than 3 months when she broke up with me.
For the past month, we have had alot of arguing going on. The arguments were started by me for the most part, and they were about some of the stupidest things possible. There were also fights started by her.
Our main topics of arguement were jealousy issues. Something that we both had problems with, but in our hearts, knew the other would never cheat or think about someone else.
There were times when I made her mad about it because I would maybe look at another girl. I never thought of it as checking out, but she did. I admitted a few times, but in all honesty with you guys, I never ever thought about another girl. I only dreamed of having my fiance, Kate, and finally I got her. I was the happiest man in the world.
Finally, the last week before I left for NY, we had one large fight about her not being interested in having sex with me for over a week. I tried to make her happy by making various reservations at resteraunts that she loved, as well as planning out hikes so that we could spend the night at a lookout point over looking the moon while staring down 500m to the ocean. All my attemps seemed to fail, and finally I got fed up. We got into a big fight, and I asked her to quit her job because it wasn't letting us together.
Let me give you brief information on her job: She's a hostess at a resteraunt. She's been working there for about 7 months, and we had decided that once we moved intogether, she would work during the day ONLY. That lasted for about 1 week when she went back to night shifts only. So when I was at the office during the day, she was at home. Then when I got home, she was at work till 11PM'ish. We didn't get to spend as much time together as we used to, and it was really starting to get to me.
After I asked her to quit her job, she said "NO" and we got into a bigger arguement about her putting her job over me. The arguement ended when she wanted to go back to her mom's house. I tried to get her to stay, but she wouldn't.
That next morning she told me she thought it would be best if we stayed apart for a bit, and I gave her space. I had no clue what she was meaning. This girl I'm in love with asked me to pretty much not talk to her anymore until she felt she wanted to talk to me. I was lost without her. The next day I tried to get her to talk to me, or see me, before I left for NY. She wouldn't. So I called her work a dozen times to try and get her to let me see her that night. All that did was piss her off, as well as he co-workers and boss(es). I was in the area and I wanted to (nicely) surprise her by going to her work and saying Hi and maybe getting her to talk to me on her break. When I drove to her work, I noticed off the bat that the resteraunt was packed to no end. I decided not to go in and bother her. When I drove passed, I saw her talked to one of her co-workers. So I decided that I could call her and maybe speak to her. When I told her I saw her outside, she took it completely the wrong way, and felt I was stalking her and harrassing her. Basically, I scared her half to death it seems. Her workers got involved, and the next thing I knew, I couldn't even goto her work without the co-workers yelling at me.
After her breaking promises to call me during her break and after her shift, as well as her mother lying to me saying I could pick her up from work, I had no clue what was going on. I was getting lied to and stood up, one another. I didn't deserve this. I went to her house to talk to her face to face, I deserved that much at least. We were practically married and she wouldn't even face me.
When I got to her house, I had to wait 20 minutes outside till she got home. When she got home, I got yelled at by her mother, as well, Kate told me I creeped her out for "Stalking her", and that she never wanted to be with me again.
This was on the 24th. Since then, I haven't been able to get her to come back to me. She says one day she wants space, the next day she says she doesn't want to get back together with me.
I've decided to give her all the space she wants, and that I will not be contacting her anymore. In the meantime I'm going to hit the gym intensly again, as well as goto anger management so that I can quit arguing with her about stupid things. If she wants to be jealous, fine, I should be able to not get into a fight with her.
So now, its 6 days later, and I still don't have her back. She doesn't want me back. I feel so lost without her. So much time together. So many memories. So much love. I have nothing now.
Is there any way I can show her that I never meant to scare her, or piss her off more? I only knew how to love her, not how to play games when it came to breakups and time apart.
