[Undertherose25]

I suppose my heart just got fractured a bit, but at the time it felt like he'd ripped it out of my chest and stomped on it repeatedly. We lived together for 9 months and dated for about 16 months. We rushed things and I'm naturally paranoid so I never got too close, plus I had an anxiety disorder that was taking a massive toll on me and he couldn't stand that I wasn't 'normal'. He broke up with me the day after our 16th month anniversary. We decided to try to stay friends, where I found out less than a week after we broke up he'd already gotten a friends with benefits and was trying to get she and I to be friends.

While I don't doubt he loved me, I think he needs time to grow the hell up. It didn't help he was a total porn and sex addict either. I never allowed myself to get too close to him, so I didn't fall head over heels in love with them that's why I walked away with a little crack rather than pieces.