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Reason, and reason again
I need an outlet to vent my frustrations about this past week. RF is the only community I can entrust tidbits of my personal life to. This is a long post. I'm sorry.
Acknowledging my situation is probably not all that unique for most of you, I'll start with the cliches: I've dated this woman for the past year and a half whom I am incredibly attracted to in every way. I won't use her name for the purpose of sustaining her anonymity, but I can say that she's the most beautiful person I know and we share so much in common that it's been impossible to not see myself with her (you've probably heard it before, so please feel free to groan). But even prior to dating her I felt some strong attachment that I had never encountered before. I've been in well over seven different relationships, ranging from flings to a two year romance, but this felt different.
Last July she was moving to a different city to start school. We were both apprehensive about the transition, and of course humans try to resolve confusion and bitterness with - more confusion and bitterness. Upon returning from a two week family excursion to Canada, she dumped me out of the blue saying that she loved me but wasn't sure she could handle three years of separation. I blame the cold weather.
I guess I should preface my anecdote here by saying that in June she became severely hurt when her best friend converted to a particular religion (I will not say which) and changed her attitude to conform to the characteristics of this particular denomination. I would visit her every day to make sure she'd be okay, but I think some part of her has never been healed by the incident. This, coupled with the thought of a long-long term relationship, got to her, and somewhat ashamedly I admit we rekindled after she realized how much it hurt me and thinking it over. Let's give it a try, I said. This thing between us is much too important to discard.
The year progressed solidly for awhile. We would visit each other every month or so, spend a nice, relaxing weekend together, and then depart. But she grew severely homesick to the point of becoming depressed. Her parents didn't really think she was that much in pain, but I can't stand the thought of anything bad happening to her, and I grew so nervous that I nearly called her school to keep watch on her. I also convinced her to seek therapy. By that time, her parents started to realize that something was truly wrong and she moved back to her hometown - here. She also got off birth control and started taking antidepressants.
Unfortunately, I've recently started to neglect her as I'm entering the last stage of college as a physics/social studies double major. This summer semester I took seven hours of calculus and physics for four days a week. To make matters worse, my teachers assigned homework that would take literally five hours each day to complete, and the drive to school is about an hour long. For those counting, that's about 56 hours crammed into 4 days a week. By Friday I was exhausted. We would see each other less and less as the semester became more intense. I also freaked out while over at her house after I learned that her parents were angry at me for not spending more time with them and I promptly left in a rather rude way (I have some social anxiety issues, needless to say).
I soon became aware of all this about two weeks ago, and so I adjusted my schedule in hope that I could bring more light to our relationship. She means too much to me to simply pass off as second to my college. Since she's going on another family vacation soon, I bought her a book to read while gone, and I was planning on taking her on a surprise vacation trip after classes end.
Well, it all ends here: this week, I came home from my Calculus class (9:30 PM) to find that she had been emailed a picture of another man's penis. After they had flirted behind my back. Someone who knows me, apparently, but I who I don't know. (?) She apologized (I've been cheated on by three different people in my life) but then dumped me ten minutes later. I'm still distraught by it - even moreso than last year, because she still loves me but feels that we just aren't the same. I blew up on her phone and starting text messaging her like a mad rabbit out of its hole yesterday (I know, stupid), because the series of events just hurts so much. Having planned to change my life only a few days earlier, having to be betrayed like that, and still loving her. Well, I'll end it by saying I am depressed as of this moment and did some stupid stuff to myself last night (which she caught wind of not by my design) and it's a miracle I'm even allowed on the internet.
Would it be futile to wait this out in the hope that I can one day be hers again?
Acknowledging my situation is probably not all that unique for most of you, I'll start with the cliches: I've dated this woman for the past year and a half whom I am incredibly attracted to in every way. I won't use her name for the purpose of sustaining her anonymity, but I can say that she's the most beautiful person I know and we share so much in common that it's been impossible to not see myself with her (you've probably heard it before, so please feel free to groan). But even prior to dating her I felt some strong attachment that I had never encountered before. I've been in well over seven different relationships, ranging from flings to a two year romance, but this felt different.
Last July she was moving to a different city to start school. We were both apprehensive about the transition, and of course humans try to resolve confusion and bitterness with - more confusion and bitterness. Upon returning from a two week family excursion to Canada, she dumped me out of the blue saying that she loved me but wasn't sure she could handle three years of separation. I blame the cold weather.
I guess I should preface my anecdote here by saying that in June she became severely hurt when her best friend converted to a particular religion (I will not say which) and changed her attitude to conform to the characteristics of this particular denomination. I would visit her every day to make sure she'd be okay, but I think some part of her has never been healed by the incident. This, coupled with the thought of a long-long term relationship, got to her, and somewhat ashamedly I admit we rekindled after she realized how much it hurt me and thinking it over. Let's give it a try, I said. This thing between us is much too important to discard.
The year progressed solidly for awhile. We would visit each other every month or so, spend a nice, relaxing weekend together, and then depart. But she grew severely homesick to the point of becoming depressed. Her parents didn't really think she was that much in pain, but I can't stand the thought of anything bad happening to her, and I grew so nervous that I nearly called her school to keep watch on her. I also convinced her to seek therapy. By that time, her parents started to realize that something was truly wrong and she moved back to her hometown - here. She also got off birth control and started taking antidepressants.
Unfortunately, I've recently started to neglect her as I'm entering the last stage of college as a physics/social studies double major. This summer semester I took seven hours of calculus and physics for four days a week. To make matters worse, my teachers assigned homework that would take literally five hours each day to complete, and the drive to school is about an hour long. For those counting, that's about 56 hours crammed into 4 days a week. By Friday I was exhausted. We would see each other less and less as the semester became more intense. I also freaked out while over at her house after I learned that her parents were angry at me for not spending more time with them and I promptly left in a rather rude way (I have some social anxiety issues, needless to say).
I soon became aware of all this about two weeks ago, and so I adjusted my schedule in hope that I could bring more light to our relationship. She means too much to me to simply pass off as second to my college. Since she's going on another family vacation soon, I bought her a book to read while gone, and I was planning on taking her on a surprise vacation trip after classes end.
Well, it all ends here: this week, I came home from my Calculus class (9:30 PM) to find that she had been emailed a picture of another man's penis. After they had flirted behind my back. Someone who knows me, apparently, but I who I don't know. (?) She apologized (I've been cheated on by three different people in my life) but then dumped me ten minutes later. I'm still distraught by it - even moreso than last year, because she still loves me but feels that we just aren't the same. I blew up on her phone and starting text messaging her like a mad rabbit out of its hole yesterday (I know, stupid), because the series of events just hurts so much. Having planned to change my life only a few days earlier, having to be betrayed like that, and still loving her. Well, I'll end it by saying I am depressed as of this moment and did some stupid stuff to myself last night (which she caught wind of not by my design) and it's a miracle I'm even allowed on the internet.
Would it be futile to wait this out in the hope that I can one day be hers again?
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