Next imagine that for one night all is forgotten. It’s funny how your world can turn upside down in an instant either for good or the bad. The ironic thing is that she wound up doing both to me. Now I have some simple philosophies about relationships and one of them just seems to be about trust. “I will always trust you until you give me a reason not to.” She said that there was going to be a girl’s nite out at a local club and I told her I was fine with it because she needed it (We were both going through some stress at the time). After finding out that she had already decided not to come back till around 3 in the morning, I decided to make plans for myself so as I wouldn’t be left alone all night. I went to the other side of town to hang out with my best friend whom I haven’t seen for a long while. I planned everything out perfectly so that I would be at home right around 3 about the same time as her. Well as the night progressed I was starting to get a little dependant on her call. I was waiting to hear how here night was going or for her to as how my night was going…… no call at all. Right around 2 I decided to call her it was no surprise that she was totally wasted but thanks to her friend from work she was able to get home safely. I rushed to get back home but was only able to make it by 3 like I had intended. As I entered our apartment I found her boots lying in the living room and also found her sound asleep in the room. Now here is the part where I do admit that I could be wrong. As I was setting up to go to sleep as well, I checked her phone and her text messages only to find that she had sent various messages to someone named Anna. By my own knowledge Anna is a female name but these messages weren’t made out on that fact. It seemed that she was sending messages to someone named Ricky which I can only think was her ex-boyfriend before I came along a year ago. You also have to keep in mind, that was the last piece of the puzzle that confirmed my suspicions. On earlier occasions she would step out of a room to make a call, became very private about the things she did when I wasn’t around, and to top it all off was acting very separated towards me. I think that if it looks like shit, smells like shit, then 10 times out of 10 it is shit. My only assumption was that she is cheating on me. Now here I am, the following day pouring my heart out to anyone that will listen. Everything I have in life is in her. My family is in another state, we’ve invested so much into each other, and basically outside of this I have nothing. Just in case your wondering if i’m making myself look like a saint, i’m gonna give you some quick details about myself. I’m not a drinker, or a smoker. I’m from what people tell me funny, caring, and at sometimes out going. I have never done anything to harm her and have treated her like a queen. I guess I am a saint after all. any advice? I guess with everything in life we are just going to wait and see the outcome. I really appreciate you taking the time to read my story. Real Life Love Stories A Beautiful Rose That Has Withered Away by Unknown She was sitting there. in the front row of the classroom.. She was the hyperactive chatty gal that I would love to loathe… At first sight, there was simply nothing extraordinary about her. I was annoyed at her seemingly uncontrollable mischievous personality. But then again, I looked beyond that and recognized her warm and mature personality… And that her large brown eyes enthralled me….Captivating me with her sweet and jovial smile… I fell in love with her…….. There was only one thing I can… and must… do… I gotta let her know how I feel.. I did, and that’s the start of a wonderful, forever lasting love… or at least that’s what I thought. Those were the happiest times of my life. I would call her numerous times a day….. Life for me was heavenly. I had always dreamt of loving my other significant half to the max, even when I was a young child. This was a dream come true for me. She was almost the perfect girl I had dreamt about before. She loved me as much as I love her (I still do…). I would embrace her tightly to feel her warmth and kiss softly on her forehead. I long to be with her forever. Words alone could not describe the blissful times I had with her. Her distinctive voice would just banish my blues away. We never squabbled before. Life is truly a heaven to experience such a true love. For me, true love is always 0.1% lust, 0.9% attraction and 99.0% appreciation. I had always appreciated her and so did she. Those times went on for 2 years. But then, the inevitable happened. She became aloof, unresponsive and her cheerful disposition had diminished. “What happened to her”? I asked myself…Gradually, she lessen her phone calls to me. I tried coaxing her to talk to me but to no avail. Then, after weeks of coaxing, she finally told me that she had changed (she didn’t know why, it just came all of a sudden). She told me that our characters do not match and sad to say that we should not continue the relationship. She implied that I’m a person who does not care much about the world around me (which is quite true as I don’t trust friends and I’m quite a loner) She also said that there are small little things that also add up to her unhappiness. I was devastated… I didn’t know that she felt that way all this time… Well, I knew about my weaknesses but I thought that she accepted them. I cried and pleaded her to stay on with me but to no avail as it was only the most sensible thing for a matured person (such as herself) to do. She said that its better for us to separate rather than go deeper into an unhappy relationship than is doomed to failure (which is, sad to say, true). I am still in a deep depressed state. Its been 4 months since she broke up with me… How I hope to be with her again. Its actually not her fault. She was doing the only sensible thing (to break up before we go any deeper). Sometimes, I feel like life’s fragile….. A beautiful thing like love can be ended abruptly Feels like a precious thing had been taken away from me… Just like a beautiful rose that withered away…. Broken Promises by Unknown Married 11 years. This is my one and only love. He proposed to me on a playground. This was the man who taught me the meaning of love. We were a part of what God truly meant to be as husband and wife. My best friend, an aura of comfort as I held him in my arms.
Every physical and spiritual fulfillment in a man I ever wanted. Not once did I want anyone else. No one could take his place. We were to renew our vows. I practiced for months, my new vows-I would repeat them in the car, or in the grocery store silently. I could not wait to begin our next years with good histories, and good hearts. To show him in renewed vows how over many years, ups and downs, I held solid in my devotion. And then promises were broken. At first I focused mainly on how I couldn’t even breathe without him. A pattern of hurtful words, plans never made and even an affair. I endured pulling him back from someone else’s arms, his eyes so sincere with lies, his words so very melodical and spellbinding. I listened believing every word he said. I crushed every time he entered a room. I could not see or believe what was going on. No Christmas presents, no birthday presents, no anniversary plans carried through, talking to me like I was a stranger, a list too long to share. I often asked myself, ‘What did I do?’ or ‘Why did he do this?’ It took a while for me to figure this out. He had changed. I did not change. My love was still strong. I could battle all external things, but not the man himself. His last promise he made was that he was going to come back to me and we would live together always, never to be apart, grow old together. He told me he cried when he thought of what a mistake it was he said by telling me goodbye two days after Christmas. Then just weeks ago he tells me that his job has become more important and he knows I have a job that I finally have after years of looking. When a man picks a job over his wife…well it’s time to leave. But that’s not the worst promise broken. The one thing I asked him not to break was that I asked him not to put me through any more pain. This was my final outcome.
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