09-06-2014, 06:37 AM
~~ATTENTION~~
Please, do not reply with hate. I want to be able to speak freely. If you can not say something nice, please do not say anything.
~~THANK-YOU~~
I am a gay male in University and I'm in a long-distance relationship with the most amazing guy I have ever met and he makes me so happy and I feel a connection with him I've never felt in anyone else and I can not imagine my life without him; and when we're together, he's the entire world to me. When we're together, I feel great: I'm happy, I'm calm, I don't feel scared for my future; however, when we're apart there's all kinds of problems.
Last year, while I was away for university, I cheated on him... repeatedly. I wish I understood why I cheated, I wish I knew what I was thinking and worst of all I wish I would have told him after the first time because he would have left me and I would have gotten what I deserved.
But I didn't tell him. I lied to him repeatedly, saying that I would never cheat, that I would never do anything to hurt him...
So when he found out that I had cheated, the world came to a stop. I was back with him. I was stranded two states away from "home"--a relative term since I had been kicked-out of my parents' house--and I had hurt the man I loved. The one thing I NEVER wanted to do, I did.
And I became a pathetic excuse for a human and I begged him not to leave me. And he didn't leave me but things were never the same.
Eventually, I returned to University and I tried to live my life, however hard it may have been with the stress of classes and having a boyfriend who could not trust me. I did okay until one day I made the mistake of messaging one of the guys I cheated with.
I had messaged him because I wanted to tell him that I had cheated on my boyfriend with him and that I wanted him to forget about me. Why I couldn't have said that in a message, I do not quite know. Instead, I met with him, went to his house and stayed the night. I woke in the middle of the night to him touching me. I didn't know what to do. I was scared. I realized what I had done and I laid there unable to speak as he began to do more than touch me.
It wasn't until he had finished having sex with me that I began to cry. I had a panic attack as the thought of losing my boyfriend came back into my mind and I began to blame myself for everything that had happened--and it was my fault as far as I could see it--regardless, I knew the damage was done and I was afraid that I was going to lose my boyfriend for real this time.
I never went anywhere near another guy after that. When I saw my boyfriend over the summer he eventually learned of what happened over the spring and once again I cried and begged and became all kinds of awful and when I stand back and observe who I had become from a third-party view I think only of how much I would want to be rid of such a pathetic being... Yet as I am said pathetic being I can sympathize with him and see how different these people are: the one who cheated and the one who begged.
I am glad to say that as the summer progressed our relationship was overall not too outwardly strained; however, I know that internally my boyfriend was constantly thinking "When" as in, "When will he cheat again?"
I am ashamed of the person I have become. I wish my boyfriend would have left me last winter--that way I wouldn't have had to see how hurt he was. That way I wouldn't have been such a weight on him. And even recently we have come so very close to breaking-up. But every time we get close to breaking up I become selfish and plead for him to stay because I know I love him. I know I love him and that I will never be able to love anyone as much as I love him. And I know he loves me because despite the fact he has told me how much pain I have put him through he never leaves me.
Sometimes, I think I'm holding him back. I feel like he stays out of obligation. That he stays because he doesn't want to lose the feeling of being in love. Sometimes, I feel like he actually hates me and that he stays out of spite.
Yet, I still believe that he loves me as much as I love him.
Which finally brings me to the entire point of why I started this post.
I have only "dated" four guys before my current boyfriend. Only one of them I knew in person and even he was more of a long-distance relationship. All my previous relationships ended within a month. All my previous relationships ended when they broke-up with me. All my "relationships" left me feeling miserable. I met my current boyfriend before my third boyfriend--the only one I ever met in person. My current boyfriend was always there for me to talk to when my boyfriend of the time had managed to make me cry myself to sleep.
When I finally started dating my current boyfriend, I felt like I never wanted to leave him. That he was meant to be mine and I was meant to be his. I was only 18 at the time and now I'm 20--to be so sure of something and to dream of a permanent relationship at this age is quite ridiculous! Especially when I had never had any kind of a social life--let alone a love life--during the years preceding. Yet, I can not imagine loving anyone else the way I love him.
The issue is, a part of me wishes that I would have been able to experience "dating" more. A part of me wants the feelings of uncertainty, the adrenaline rush of talking to a cute guy for the first time, to feel a lust for another guy without thinking primarily of love and marriage--there is a part of me that wants to be single.
However, the majority of me wants nothing to do with that. The majority of me remembers the feeling of loneliness that never went away; remembers how it felt to be single and [virtually] homeless; remembers the pain of unrequited love; remembers the feelings of hurt and betrayal when someone I felt I loved wanted nothing more from me but sex and affection. The majority of me never wants to relive the feeling of searching for someone who will love me.
But the conflict between the part and the majority is painful for me and it's ever present in my mind--that feeling of "what are you missing-out on?" And while I wish that I could stop my mind I know I can't and that's why I've come here.
I'm lost and confused and I need support.
I want to stay in my relationship. I don't want an open relationship, I want to learn how to be more committed.
I want to learn how to help the wounds I caused in the past to heal.
Also, I want to know how to handle a REALLY long-distance relationship; because in a little over a year, I'll be living in Spain for a semester and I won't have the opportunity to visit my boyfriend for a week after the first eight weeks are over like I can right now.
I need help.
Please.
Sincerely,
LostinLove
Please, do not reply with hate. I want to be able to speak freely. If you can not say something nice, please do not say anything.
~~THANK-YOU~~
I am a gay male in University and I'm in a long-distance relationship with the most amazing guy I have ever met and he makes me so happy and I feel a connection with him I've never felt in anyone else and I can not imagine my life without him; and when we're together, he's the entire world to me. When we're together, I feel great: I'm happy, I'm calm, I don't feel scared for my future; however, when we're apart there's all kinds of problems.
Last year, while I was away for university, I cheated on him... repeatedly. I wish I understood why I cheated, I wish I knew what I was thinking and worst of all I wish I would have told him after the first time because he would have left me and I would have gotten what I deserved.
But I didn't tell him. I lied to him repeatedly, saying that I would never cheat, that I would never do anything to hurt him...
So when he found out that I had cheated, the world came to a stop. I was back with him. I was stranded two states away from "home"--a relative term since I had been kicked-out of my parents' house--and I had hurt the man I loved. The one thing I NEVER wanted to do, I did.
And I became a pathetic excuse for a human and I begged him not to leave me. And he didn't leave me but things were never the same.
Eventually, I returned to University and I tried to live my life, however hard it may have been with the stress of classes and having a boyfriend who could not trust me. I did okay until one day I made the mistake of messaging one of the guys I cheated with.
I had messaged him because I wanted to tell him that I had cheated on my boyfriend with him and that I wanted him to forget about me. Why I couldn't have said that in a message, I do not quite know. Instead, I met with him, went to his house and stayed the night. I woke in the middle of the night to him touching me. I didn't know what to do. I was scared. I realized what I had done and I laid there unable to speak as he began to do more than touch me.
It wasn't until he had finished having sex with me that I began to cry. I had a panic attack as the thought of losing my boyfriend came back into my mind and I began to blame myself for everything that had happened--and it was my fault as far as I could see it--regardless, I knew the damage was done and I was afraid that I was going to lose my boyfriend for real this time.
I never went anywhere near another guy after that. When I saw my boyfriend over the summer he eventually learned of what happened over the spring and once again I cried and begged and became all kinds of awful and when I stand back and observe who I had become from a third-party view I think only of how much I would want to be rid of such a pathetic being... Yet as I am said pathetic being I can sympathize with him and see how different these people are: the one who cheated and the one who begged.
I am glad to say that as the summer progressed our relationship was overall not too outwardly strained; however, I know that internally my boyfriend was constantly thinking "When" as in, "When will he cheat again?"
I am ashamed of the person I have become. I wish my boyfriend would have left me last winter--that way I wouldn't have had to see how hurt he was. That way I wouldn't have been such a weight on him. And even recently we have come so very close to breaking-up. But every time we get close to breaking up I become selfish and plead for him to stay because I know I love him. I know I love him and that I will never be able to love anyone as much as I love him. And I know he loves me because despite the fact he has told me how much pain I have put him through he never leaves me.
Sometimes, I think I'm holding him back. I feel like he stays out of obligation. That he stays because he doesn't want to lose the feeling of being in love. Sometimes, I feel like he actually hates me and that he stays out of spite.
Yet, I still believe that he loves me as much as I love him.
Which finally brings me to the entire point of why I started this post.
I have only "dated" four guys before my current boyfriend. Only one of them I knew in person and even he was more of a long-distance relationship. All my previous relationships ended within a month. All my previous relationships ended when they broke-up with me. All my "relationships" left me feeling miserable. I met my current boyfriend before my third boyfriend--the only one I ever met in person. My current boyfriend was always there for me to talk to when my boyfriend of the time had managed to make me cry myself to sleep.
When I finally started dating my current boyfriend, I felt like I never wanted to leave him. That he was meant to be mine and I was meant to be his. I was only 18 at the time and now I'm 20--to be so sure of something and to dream of a permanent relationship at this age is quite ridiculous! Especially when I had never had any kind of a social life--let alone a love life--during the years preceding. Yet, I can not imagine loving anyone else the way I love him.
The issue is, a part of me wishes that I would have been able to experience "dating" more. A part of me wants the feelings of uncertainty, the adrenaline rush of talking to a cute guy for the first time, to feel a lust for another guy without thinking primarily of love and marriage--there is a part of me that wants to be single.
However, the majority of me wants nothing to do with that. The majority of me remembers the feeling of loneliness that never went away; remembers how it felt to be single and [virtually] homeless; remembers the pain of unrequited love; remembers the feelings of hurt and betrayal when someone I felt I loved wanted nothing more from me but sex and affection. The majority of me never wants to relive the feeling of searching for someone who will love me.
But the conflict between the part and the majority is painful for me and it's ever present in my mind--that feeling of "what are you missing-out on?" And while I wish that I could stop my mind I know I can't and that's why I've come here.
I'm lost and confused and I need support.
I want to stay in my relationship. I don't want an open relationship, I want to learn how to be more committed.
I want to learn how to help the wounds I caused in the past to heal.
Also, I want to know how to handle a REALLY long-distance relationship; because in a little over a year, I'll be living in Spain for a semester and I won't have the opportunity to visit my boyfriend for a week after the first eight weeks are over like I can right now.
I need help.
Please.
Sincerely,
LostinLove