So, I got into a relationship that was doomed to failure from the beginning. I met the person when they were on the skirts with their ex. The ex was an ass and ended up dumping her. Well, time went on and we went out every night together, hanging out, etc. We slowly evolved into what I consider a relationship. We talked every day, hung out every night, etc. I really was under the impression things would go somewhere.
Well, one Friday we are working out and I kinda snapped at her cause I was upset about my workout. I instantly apologized, but she was pissy the rest of the night. At the end of the workout she told me she thought we needed to take a break and all this bullshit. However, she wanted to hang out with me the next day (which was my birthday) and we would start the break the next week. We ended up resolving, I thought, our problems that night.
The next day was my birthday and she was late meeting up with me, but of course I thought we had a great time once we did meet up. For dinner, I wanted to see my friends so we invited them as well. After dinner she said she had to go home and do homework and then she might go out with friends. Well, I was kinda pissed about that to say the least. I told her I thought its a shitty thing to do to someone you say your really care about. It was, after all, my birthday.
Anyway, we've been arguing via text and phone for a week since my birthday. I had a shitty birthday and a shitty week because of this bitch, but I still really like her. I feel like a fucking battered wife and I am over it, but every time I think about her I get sad and moody. Someone needs to beat the bleeding vagina out of me...
Well, one Friday we are working out and I kinda snapped at her cause I was upset about my workout. I instantly apologized, but she was pissy the rest of the night. At the end of the workout she told me she thought we needed to take a break and all this bullshit. However, she wanted to hang out with me the next day (which was my birthday) and we would start the break the next week. We ended up resolving, I thought, our problems that night.
The next day was my birthday and she was late meeting up with me, but of course I thought we had a great time once we did meet up. For dinner, I wanted to see my friends so we invited them as well. After dinner she said she had to go home and do homework and then she might go out with friends. Well, I was kinda pissed about that to say the least. I told her I thought its a shitty thing to do to someone you say your really care about. It was, after all, my birthday.
Anyway, we've been arguing via text and phone for a week since my birthday. I had a shitty birthday and a shitty week because of this bitch, but I still really like her. I feel like a fucking battered wife and I am over it, but every time I think about her I get sad and moody. Someone needs to beat the bleeding vagina out of me...

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