06-25-2013, 08:42 AM
Alright, here it goes. It's a long one, so grab some popcorn or something.
So when I first started college, I felt pretty awesome, like anyone would. I was pretty much free from my parents and the house rules and felt inclined to do more of the things I wanted to. So, naturally, when a guy that I've had a crush on starts talking and flirting with me, we quickly set up our first date. I've noticed him since the first day of classes but was too shy to say anything until he did 4 months later.
We hit it off wonderfully. We connected, we loved everything the other did. It was like a match made in heaven. Nothing could go wrong or separate us. At this time, he was living in the dorms and I would visit regularly. By the time spring break rolled around, I was there almost every night. Everything was literally perfect right up until it was time for a phone upgrade for him.
He had been using an old little flip phone as an emergency replacement for his smartphone that got broke shortly after we started dating. So he got the best new smartphone on the market. After a month or so of this upgrade, he started acted really weird around me. The kind of weird people get when they're holding back a secret.
One night, I was staying over and he fell asleep after we watched a movie, his phone went off and I went to go get it and bring it back it him. Then I saw it wasn't a text or a phone call, but a notification. A notification from something called grindr. I was pretty much the noob of the gay dating world and I had no idea what it was, so curious me opened it. Imagine my surprise when I found out what it was exactly. I had to look harder through his phone because I just couldn't let it slip by. I found other similar apps.
I was devastated to say the least. 10 months of happy living and dating seemed to slip right by me now. I was so mad. I blew up. I left.
After I had calmed down, we had a chance to talk about the whole thing. He said that's what he used before he met me. And when he got his new phone, he couldn't help but to download it again and check it out. He called it an addiction. I wanted to believe him. I really did. We broke up nonetheless that night, with him saying that he wasn't really ready for a relationship like ours.
Pretty much a week later we we're back together, with him saying he'll try to stop. I was happy, he was happy. Everything was back to the way it was. At least for another 2 months.
Afterward, it started happening again. Same scenario. This time we took a break so we could, you know, relax from seeing each other constantly.
This was over winter break after a year of dating him.
I went on a date with someone else, because we could I guess. I was in a pretty bad place then, thinking very poor thoughts of myself after the incident. I think I was just weak.
I fell for this new guy's charm and the genuine care that he seemed to have for me. I was pretty sure then I would never get back with this first guy. So I started to date the new guy.
But then my ex of sorts came back after winter break (cause he lives out of town). When he came back, he was completely changed. He stopped the things I wanted him to stop cold turkey. And had no desire to go back to them. He wanted to be with me and only me.
Problem was, I was already with someone. This is when I start looking like the bad guy.
This is when I started going out with my ex. And never broke it off with the new guy.
Looking back, I was an awful person, I know. I hate myself for being so stupid at the time.
Eventually, the guy who I had been dating for so long, let's call him Jake, found out. And everything blew up. We were done for sure, he was angry. Furious. He told everything to the other guy, let's call him Alex.
But Alex came to me and asked what I wanted. He asked if I wanted him or Jake. I think it was in the heat of the moment, but also because I thought I still had a shot with him, I said "I want you, Alex."
So I've been dating Alex for a while now, six months. And I never really had thought about Jake until recently. Maybe about 4 or 5 weeks ago, my mind started to think about him more and more. And now it's gotten to the point where I think I made a horrible, hasty decision.
I know it's terrible of me, but I can't shake this feeling. It's all hitting me at once and I don't know who else to ask, because I've already asked everyone and they all say, "That's crazy. I don't really know."
So with no where else to turn: do you think I may have thrown away something that could have been? Could I have made a hasty decision and therefore made a bad choice?
If so, what could I do? What would you do if you were Jake and I apologized for everything, said it would never happen again (cause I would never cheat again, I swear. No matter who it is), and pledged to, somehow, make it up?
Please respond truthfully. Don't hold back. Even criticisms about me directly are okay given the situation I put myself in.
So when I first started college, I felt pretty awesome, like anyone would. I was pretty much free from my parents and the house rules and felt inclined to do more of the things I wanted to. So, naturally, when a guy that I've had a crush on starts talking and flirting with me, we quickly set up our first date. I've noticed him since the first day of classes but was too shy to say anything until he did 4 months later.
We hit it off wonderfully. We connected, we loved everything the other did. It was like a match made in heaven. Nothing could go wrong or separate us. At this time, he was living in the dorms and I would visit regularly. By the time spring break rolled around, I was there almost every night. Everything was literally perfect right up until it was time for a phone upgrade for him.
He had been using an old little flip phone as an emergency replacement for his smartphone that got broke shortly after we started dating. So he got the best new smartphone on the market. After a month or so of this upgrade, he started acted really weird around me. The kind of weird people get when they're holding back a secret.
One night, I was staying over and he fell asleep after we watched a movie, his phone went off and I went to go get it and bring it back it him. Then I saw it wasn't a text or a phone call, but a notification. A notification from something called grindr. I was pretty much the noob of the gay dating world and I had no idea what it was, so curious me opened it. Imagine my surprise when I found out what it was exactly. I had to look harder through his phone because I just couldn't let it slip by. I found other similar apps.
I was devastated to say the least. 10 months of happy living and dating seemed to slip right by me now. I was so mad. I blew up. I left.
After I had calmed down, we had a chance to talk about the whole thing. He said that's what he used before he met me. And when he got his new phone, he couldn't help but to download it again and check it out. He called it an addiction. I wanted to believe him. I really did. We broke up nonetheless that night, with him saying that he wasn't really ready for a relationship like ours.
Pretty much a week later we we're back together, with him saying he'll try to stop. I was happy, he was happy. Everything was back to the way it was. At least for another 2 months.
Afterward, it started happening again. Same scenario. This time we took a break so we could, you know, relax from seeing each other constantly.
This was over winter break after a year of dating him.
I went on a date with someone else, because we could I guess. I was in a pretty bad place then, thinking very poor thoughts of myself after the incident. I think I was just weak.
I fell for this new guy's charm and the genuine care that he seemed to have for me. I was pretty sure then I would never get back with this first guy. So I started to date the new guy.
But then my ex of sorts came back after winter break (cause he lives out of town). When he came back, he was completely changed. He stopped the things I wanted him to stop cold turkey. And had no desire to go back to them. He wanted to be with me and only me.
Problem was, I was already with someone. This is when I start looking like the bad guy.
This is when I started going out with my ex. And never broke it off with the new guy.
Looking back, I was an awful person, I know. I hate myself for being so stupid at the time.
Eventually, the guy who I had been dating for so long, let's call him Jake, found out. And everything blew up. We were done for sure, he was angry. Furious. He told everything to the other guy, let's call him Alex.
But Alex came to me and asked what I wanted. He asked if I wanted him or Jake. I think it was in the heat of the moment, but also because I thought I still had a shot with him, I said "I want you, Alex."
So I've been dating Alex for a while now, six months. And I never really had thought about Jake until recently. Maybe about 4 or 5 weeks ago, my mind started to think about him more and more. And now it's gotten to the point where I think I made a horrible, hasty decision.
I know it's terrible of me, but I can't shake this feeling. It's all hitting me at once and I don't know who else to ask, because I've already asked everyone and they all say, "That's crazy. I don't really know."
So with no where else to turn: do you think I may have thrown away something that could have been? Could I have made a hasty decision and therefore made a bad choice?
If so, what could I do? What would you do if you were Jake and I apologized for everything, said it would never happen again (cause I would never cheat again, I swear. No matter who it is), and pledged to, somehow, make it up?
Please respond truthfully. Don't hold back. Even criticisms about me directly are okay given the situation I put myself in.