I met a guy at my office, and soon we became best friends. We were inseparable for two years until a girl started trying to get close to him. At first, I didn’t realize I liked him, but then he reassured me that she wasn’t someone he was interested in. I felt relieved but still didn’t confess my feelings. We went on a trip with friends, and somehow we started to like each other. He asked me out, saying he wanted it to be casual at first, and then we could decide where it would lead.
I had never been in a relationship in my 27 years of life and had never talked to any guy, so I thought, “He knows me better; let me give this a try.” Our relationship began, but he wanted to be physical. I told him I would only do that after marriage because it was special to me, and I wanted to share it with someone I was sure about. He responded, “Am I not the one?” This made me question everything.
Eventually, I agreed to his pressure after three months of manipulation. The next day, he broke up with me, claiming he was depressed and couldn’t be in a relationship. Shortly after, I saw pictures of him with the same girl he previously said he didn’t like. He blamed me for everything and showed no guilt, maybe still doesn’t and never will. This was my first relationship, and while it broke me, it also made me stronger.
I got in shape and started a new career. I haven’t contacted him since; I deleted all mutual friends, his number everything and I will never reach out to him again.
Moral of the story: Physical love doesn’t guarantee someone will stay. If he truly loves you, he will stay.