Getting Over My Ex-Girlfriend Took Way Too Long
Getting over my ex-girlfriend was a long road for me, literally! There was a nine-hundred mile stretch from her house (where I found her cheating) to mine.
I was once a quiet, painfully shy kind of guy. I didn’t venture out much. Meeting a girl in general public was virtually non-existent for me.
So, way back when open chat rooms were ridiculously popular, I found myself self-confined to my dark and dreary house, additively glued to the front of the computer monitor every day after work.
That’s when I found her.
She was the love of my life (or so I thought at the time). We spent months on the phone together. She’d whisper sweet nothings into my ear every night as I sat there absorbing it all up into my lovesick heart.
The time came. I had to visit.
The first umteen trips went great.
I had it in my mind that I was going to move there; replant myself in a foreign state where I knew no one but her. I was going to marry her—the love of my life!
It just so happened, after scraping the bottom of my piggy-bank, I found just enough money for a (yep, you guessed it) surprise visit.
Oh, how surprising it was, indeed.
I drove sixteen hours to find the one who swore would never lay her eyes on another man…on TOP of another man. I’m not sure if her eyes were open or not, but I had a feeling it didn’t matter much to her.
I never said a word, never made a sound. She never even knew I was there.
I was stuck in her driveway because my car wouldn’t start. I was crankin’ on that son-of-a-bitch like I was stalled on a railroad track and I could see the train coming at a hundred miles an hour.
I hold the record for the longest stretch of road-rage in history; nine hundred miles of red-eyed, mind-blowing madness.
Surviving the breakup was difficult. For months afterward, it seemed as though I was dreaming. She was all I had consumed for a solid year. Suddenly, she was gone—an emptiness words can’t explain.
But, in the end, I pulled myself out of the mud and soldiered forth.
Since breaking up, she has tried to contact me several times, trying to win my heart back. Ha! Dream on, hooker!
Don Compton, 30, Chat Room Moderator
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