We met in high school. I was a freshman at the time and he was a Sophomore. Our connection was so strong and so unbelievable that everyone wanted to know what was happening in our lives. we went on adorable dates. We would get ice cream, go for walks, hang out with friends together, play games together, laugh together, make love together, we did everything together. just hearing his name, or feeling his touch made me the happiest girl alive. We all know that as time goes on things will change and unfortunately people will too. The love of my life no longer Wanted to put in any effort. It felt as if he had given up. He would not text me, call me, FaceTime me, or even ask me to hang out anymore. I would make him aware of how I felt, and how he was treating me. He would apologize and all of his apologies were very sincere, but even though they seemed very sincere nothing that was promised ever happened. Things began to decline even more from this point. He would grow very quickly to anger. She would get upset almost over anything, and he began to start throwing objects and shoving me. This made me very sad and very depressed. I felt as if everything around me was still yet I was still in motion. I didn’t leave the house anymore, I didn’t eat anymore, all I did was sleep. I couldn’t figure out why I was sad. all of a sudden one day I had the urge to try and make things go back to the way they were for me personally. I started doing my make up again, my hair again, taking care of myself, talking to my friends, hanging out with my friends. I became the happiest person. I had tried to ask my boyfriend if he wanted to hang out, or see me, or talk to me, every day for months straight. I only ended up seeing him maybe two times a week. I have never been so in love with anyone before. He had dark hair, and dark eyes. He was 6’1...tall and dreamy. As I was beginning to finally love myself again I had so much confidence. I began to smoke weed, and drink alcohol every weekend. I was a junior at this time and was hanging out with freshman in college. One night I had a lot to drink, and I ended up sleeping with another man. It felt so good to feel someone touch me so passionately, with what felt like love but was just fake love for the night. I felt incredibly terrible about what I had done. but at the same time I felt so bad for myself. I hadn’t felt so loved in so long. I wasn’t given the attention or worth anything to my boyfriend at the time. As time went on I had forgotten about that entire situation that I had taken part in. I wish I was lying, but I proceeded to go out to parties. I had been drinking again, and it was at a Halloween party in 2019. That night I met a very attractive guy, he had dark hair, green eyes, he was 6 foot four, and was built so nicely. I ended up getting his Snapchat. After that night him and I began to talk. we told each other all about our lives. Though he had no idea that I was in a relationship with anyone at the time. All along as I was talking to this Man I was trying to sort my feelings out for my current boyfriend. Things had clearly not been the same. He didn’t care about me, he didn’t put in any effort. I know that those sound like absolutely pathetic, and lame excuses for cheating on anyone or breaking up with them, but I was so hurt by the fact that he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. It was as if he thought he had me wrapped around his finger and that he had done enough. I would sit in my car after work every night and just cry about even having the idea of breaking up with my boyfriend at the time. I had began to fall in love with the man that I was secretly talking to at the time. so one night, I called my boyfriend and told him that I wanted to come over for that I wanted him to come over to my place so that him and I could talk. I did not want to break up with him virtually, I wanted to and things in person. at that moment he realized that he was losing me. I hadn’t ever heard him cry for me, or even ask me to stay. I will finish my lif story tomorrow night.