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I Thought I'm Over this
I Thought I was Mature.....
I Thought I'm Done with All this Nonsense
I Thought I was secure.....
But You Came Out of Nowhere
Proved Me Wrong when I thought I was so Sure....
Now I'm so Much Hurt
I Don't know How Much More My Heart could endure....
Now it's So Hard for Me to Admit that I Have Fell
That I've Been Wounded By Someone Who Could Never Be My Cure...

I Thought I'm Over this
I Thought I was Mature.....
I Thought I'm Done with All this Nonsense
I Thought I was secure.....
But You Came Out of Nowhere
Proved Me Wrong when I thought I was so Sure....
Now I'm so Much Hurt
I Don't know How Much More My Heart could endure....
Now it's So Hard for Me to Admit that I Have Fell
That I've Been Wounded By Someone Who Could Never Be My Cure...

The day that I walked into my new apartment, I clutched the keys in my hand, creating small red ridges on my fingers, as if releasing them might make my new home disappear. My Volvo station wagon was still packed to the gills in the driveway, but I had no desire to start hauling my meager possessions up to the second floor - yet. First, I had to go inside and look around. It had only been a few days earlier that I had found it, briefly spending minutes inside …

I should tell you, really, that my history of boy-craziness is both long-standing and well documented.

When I was sixish, I shared my first kiss with a boy named Philip Elm in the refrigerator box house inside our day care center. In my mind’s eye it was a minutes-long and passionate embrace, but since at that particular point in my life I wasn’t capable of sitting still for longer than eight seconds, I’m guessing in actuality it was more of a quick and clumsy lip bump. No …

Sometimes, Jeremy makes me feel like I'm sixteen again. Upon re-reading that sentence I realize it sounds like a positive thing. But what you have to understand is that I spent my sixteenth year mired in devastating heartache. I remember one particular day that I was sitting on the porch roof outside my bedroom window and my mom actually came to tell me to stop crying so loud so the neighbors wouldn't think she beat me. Melodramatic? Hey, I was sixteen.
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I thought I knew what love meant when I met him. I was willing to go through hell and worse for him. So he had a mental disorder, so did my father. In some way I felt connected to him, like we belonged together. He was my first boyfriend, my first kiss. I knew nothing about intimacy until I met him and I was so emotionaly tied, I was afraid to leave him. Even when he said things to make me feel worthless, or got …

I Did It on AIM

To reach the point of breaking up with someone you have been intimate with for over a year, there requires a certain amount of boldness, an ability to take action, as well as being confident enough in your decision. In this day and age with electronic communication, the boldness has become less of a necessity. To be fair, our relationship was not a normal one anyway, where most of our communicating took place through AOL Instant Messenger or text messages since she …

I was dating this guy Brad, I honestly thought he loved me; he was so good to me and we were IN LOVE. One night i was really depressed and i started cutting my wrists.. he threatened to kill himself if I didn't stop, I didn't take him seriously and I kept cutting, He stuck the gun in his mouth, pulled the trigger. Died. I found out, the next morning.. his mom called me to see if I knew what happened. She was an emotional wreck and I lied saying …

The depression has lifted and I have been broken up for officially as long as the relationship lasted. Whoever has come up with break up math -- it takes half the time you were in the relationship to get over it, or whatever other formula there is floating out there, needs to come up with a new formula. It still hurts.

I guess it doesn't help I found his profile on one of those dating sites. No, I was not stalking him. I was on the site, …

Well we met as usual he asked for the number , he got we talked for a long time i fall in love , he drops the fact that hes talking to somebody and he said just talkin , but at the same time were kissing and holding hands all day , so i guess i go to far and he tells me sorry i just have to choose her she tells me sheloves me and ive known her longer so i was hearbroken so bad.
We see …

The only reason I can come up with to explain this bizarre relationship is that it was my first opportunity to really let the less-than-nurturing part of my childhood manifest in all its hidden glory.

I can’t even remember how it started. I do remember him running through the halls of high school (as a senior), yelling out my name but purposely mispronouncing it. (At that age, does teasing still mean a he likes you?)

I also remember that two weeks into our quickly and intensely codependent relationship, …

"There are these rituals to make someone not be able to love anyone else." Lucky (his real name John) told me. "But I'd never do that to you."

Strike 1.

"You never respected by beliefs!" He spat. "You're just mad because you have nothing to believe in!!!"

Strike 2.

"I am joining a monastery..." He cried. "It is the only place I have felt happy in my life." (We had been together for 2 years)

Strike 3.

Too bad I know nothing about baseball...

He was a year older than me, I thought that was cool. He was a loser who couldn't get a girlfriend. I was just a girl that every boy wanted, but didn't care about. My friend thought it was a match made in Heaven, and so did I. For 5 months we didn't talk, bairly saw eachother, and I hated him, yet loved him. The day of out 6 month anniversary he called me a phsyco bipolar with no life. I was happy. He didn't truely like me, he just …
Checked my x off the list...

We broke up last April. I saw 3 women while we were apart. They were all very crazy. Now I get together with my ex-girlfriend on a regular basis and we have dinner and sex and an occasional sleepover. But I am no longer her boyfriend and she doesn't nag at me like she used to when we lived together. Summary of story - more sex, no nagging, it's all good!

My ex-boyfriend and I have been on and off again for 2 years now. It's weird to think it's been that long because we have spent maybe a total of a month of time around each other. Military relationships are hard but I committed to him both times we tried. The first time things were exciting and new... but hard because of the distance. Come to find out... he wasn't looking for anything long-term or serious... so when things fizzled and the distance became too much; he broke up with …

You don't expect snow where I live. It happens north of here. OK, sometimes here too, but you don't expect it. Then the sky darkens, grumbles, and dumps it on you.

When the sun returns, the light is needle-sharp, but all the detail is gone.

"Do you know what she did?" Who?

"You deserve better." Nobody deserves anything. You get what you get.

I got snow. I do not intend to sweep it aside and …

Laura was a dazzling, clattering spectacle of a girl, the kind of person who created a glorious racket wherever she went. That throaty laugh could boom out over the most crowded of nightclubs or city streets, and her aggressive allure made me dizzy. Close-cropped platinum hair paired with improbably black eyebrows; bony shoulders drawn up defiantly under the men’s shirts she favored; delicate features contorted as she sucked the bejeezus out of a cigarette. She was an androgynous, punk-rock Little Lord Fauntleroy.

We were both recent NYU graduates …

Wow, I spent 17 years with him and I'm just 35 now. I though marriage was for life and it was a committment I could not break.
My life is so much better now.
Single mom with an amazing 3 year old daughter.
Everything I have, he cannot take from me: my daughter, my family, my education. I definitely got the better deal.
I am so happy not to live with someone who tells me that everything I do or say is wrong!

I first met Mike freshman year of college and he hated me. Our mutual friend Lisa tried to hook us up but it wasn't happening...

Me: a tall, chain smoking, loud Israeli girl

Mike: a shy townie with an Oasis "Don't Look Back in Anger" ring tone

Sophomore year I apparently saw him and his friend at a party and we played beer pong together. Me and my friend Julie together with Mike and his friend against another team. And I also apparently drunkenly told them to …
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