It was a cliché line I never wanted to hear from my girlfriend.

I dreaded those words. But after almost eight months together, they came.

She called me on the phone on a Sunday evening. I remember it was a Sunday evening because I had just finished watching The Simpsons. After a brief hello – which sounded awkward – those words that let me know our relationship was almost over left her mouth.

She said: “We have to talk.”

I drove to the parking lot where she worked, got out of my car and entered hers. She didn’t waste any time breaking up with me and telling me that we just didn’t have and ‘chemistry’ anymore. I had kind of sensed it coming, but didn’t want to admit it to myself. She had always said that as long as I didn’t cheat on her, we’d be together. Well, she lied. I didn’t cheat on her.

It was a ‘chemistry’ issue. As she sat there talking about all the things that were wrong with our relationship and why it wasn’t working, I just nodded. I was too in shock to really listen. I was devastated. A big part of me wanted to explain myself, to fight to get her back. But pride won out and I kept my mouth shut. This led to a night that just kept getting worse.

On the way home, I contemplated what happened. It seemed like there was still a small time window for me to go back and win her over. It’s even possible it was all a test to see how much I cared about her. But something led me back home. And when I shut the door behind me, I knew it was over for good.

What I didn’t know was how tough it was to get over a broken heart. I never thought I would have to deal with breaking up with her, yet there I stood, my knees weakening faster than my heart. I attempted to walk up the steps, but collapsed. While remaining conscious, I couldn’t find the energy to walk. I shed many tears as I crawled up each step. It took over a half an hour to get to the second floor.

Once in my room, I asked myself how I could possible survive this break up. She was everything to me. She changed my life for the better, gave me hope, and let me know that it was possible to be loved. Despite the pain, I knew I had to get over my ex girlfriend. It seemed the most difficult chore of my life at the time, but I did my best to go out and socialize with other co-eds to keep my mind off her. It was the only potential way to get over my ex-girlfriend.

The amazing thing about it all is that a few months later we met up as friends. A friend of hers happened to be with her.

To make a long story short, that friend of hers is now my wife, and an amazing woman. I’m glad I never gave up hope.

Nick Tyler
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