I feel like a crazy person.
The last month has been ridiculous. The boyfriend and I broke up for a whole three days. If you can even call it that. Nothing had changed but at the same time everything had. Right after the long conversation (after he had initially done it through text) we got drunk and watched a movie together. We spent the next few days still sleeping in the same bed and hanging out when we were both home. It was bizarre.
On the third day I had a plan in my head to make him miss me; I ignored him all day and made sure that I stayed out long enough for him to get home from work to an empty house. When I finally did get home that night I told him that I couldn’t do it and that the whole situation was stupid. I was determined to work things out. I wasn’t going to let him throw away seven years because he was having some kind of nervous breakdown. After another long conversation, we decided to get back together and we’ve honestly become a stronger couple since.
And then there’s the part that makes me feel crazy. The night before he ended it, I found out that he had been talking to/flirting with a woman from work. It was never anything serious or romantic, just light flirting texts and it had only been going on for a couple of weeks. Of course I was hurt in the beginning, but then I realized that it wasn’t something I wasn’t willing to work through. I felt partially responsible. He liked the attention. Since I was able to confront him and he answered every question I had about it, I felt like I was okay and could move on and get over it.
Nope.
I hate the fact that she knew he was in a relationship (and she’s married with three kids) and still pursued him. When he told her that he wanted to work things out with me and wouldn’t be speaking to her anymore, she was still texting and trying to be his friend. When he told her that he didn’t want to be friends, she claimed that she didn’t want to create drama and would back off. She asked him if I knew who she was and was worried that I was going to come after her. I do know who she is and what she looks like, but I would never. I really want nothing more than to confront her though.
I’ve been so tempted to text her. I know it would only do more harm than good, but all I can think about is confronting her. I don’t even know what I would hope to get out of it, I just know that I’m kind of obsessing over it. And I hate it.
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