Confession of Girl meeting a Guy in Canada

Alright, here’s a story that might make some of you question my sanity. I’m 25, and when I moved to Canada, I was craving a real connection. And guess what? I found it or at least I thought I did. I met this guy who seemed perfect: charming, attentive, always wanting to know more about me. We clicked instantly, and before I knew it, he became the center of my universe. We met through a mutual friend while looking for housing, and surprise, surprise-ended up moving into the same place. Before that, we got physical pretty fast (yeah, I know), and he hesitated at first, but we just went with it. We started sleeping in the same bed every night, and I was completely hooked. But something was always missing… you guessed it-commitment.

Now, here’s where things get crazy. I thought we were exclusive-because, come on, who spends that much time together without it meaning something? But out of nowhere, he drops the bomb that he’s “committed” to someone else. He played it off as complicated, and I naively thought, “Oh, maybe it’s just some messy long-distance thing.” But nope. He then tells me he has a girlfriend-cue my confusion because we were practically glued to each other 24/7.

Same bed every night, meals together, always hanging out-even with his friends! How could he have a girlfriend when he’s doing all this with me?

It gets worse. Just when I was completely emotionally invested, he confesses that he’s actually *married*! Yep, this guy had tied the knot just before coming to Canada, with someone he’d been dating for five years.

Apparently, their relationship started crumbling after he moved here. I was in shock, disbelief-call it whatever you want. But I was too deep in it by then. We were living together, and I couldn’t imagine life without him. So, what did I do? I stuck around, hoping I could somehow make it work or at least survive until I moved to a new city.

Fast forward, and here I am-still with him, still stuck. He’s now treating me like I’m disposable, and I can feel it. He used to care, or so I thought, but now it’s clear he’s ready to move on. Then, two days ago, things hit rock bottom. We had a huge fight, and he actually hit me. Yeah, you read that right. And here I am, still trying to justify his importance in my life.

So, what now? I know I’m the fool for staying, but the truth is, I still want him in my life. Maybe not as a lover anymore, but as a friend. Is that even realistic, or am I setting myself up for more pain?

Should I forgive him, or am I just being plain stupid?