Gregory and I broke up, and I didn't even know we did.
I don't actually know what to say about it, other than this really hurts for some reason.
It's been a while, and things are just weird.
The night we broke up, he didn't stay at the apartment. I didn't understand why because at the time, again, I had no idea we broken up. So he stayed the following night, which is when I had found out we broke up.
Also in that same night, I found at that he had a hickey on his neck.
I had never felt so hurt in my life.
I also found out that he wanted ( and possibly did) stay with his ex girlfriend. I wouldn't doubt it. They had sex the first night they met, so what' stopping him now.
I found out he met and got some girl's number that he liked at a barbecue.
What the fuck am I doing?
Why in the hell am I even thinking that I want to be with him after this all happens not even a week after we break up. Even his fucking roommates are asking me what the hell am I do still helping him out, being nice, etc.
I can't believe I've put so much time and effort into making him happy and in the second we break up he does everything he possibly can do to devastate me.
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