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I ended things with the boy. I’m hurting.
One thing about me, I don’t like to share… especially my boyfriend. He kept promising me that he was going to leave her, empty promise after empty promise. It gets old. I’m not an ugly girl; I’m not a stupid girl… I can get better. He never did anything really horrible to me; it’s what he didn’t do. He tried to hold on, told me to just call him so we could work things out but if you know me, you know I’m stubborn. I wish things were different, I wish him and I had come together under different circumstances. I haven’t shared any of the same feelings I had for my husband with anyone, until him. I let a wall down with him, but it was only one wall out of many. I haven’t really cried, I don’t know how to anymore…
So we have no choice but to move on.
One thing about me, I don’t like to share… especially my boyfriend. He kept promising me that he was going to leave her, empty promise after empty promise. It gets old. I’m not an ugly girl; I’m not a stupid girl… I can get better. He never did anything really horrible to me; it’s what he didn’t do. He tried to hold on, told me to just call him so we could work things out but if you know me, you know I’m stubborn. I wish things were different, I wish him and I had come together under different circumstances. I haven’t shared any of the same feelings I had for my husband with anyone, until him. I let a wall down with him, but it was only one wall out of many. I haven’t really cried, I don’t know how to anymore…
So we have no choice but to move on.