Advisory; Do not read on if you tend to get depressed easily.
I was feeling a little melancholy the other night, and let my mind wander in my past. I got to thinking about my One True Lost, and actually felt bouyed by my recollections.
A lot of us, especially those over 30 or so, have at one time been “dumped” by someone who really meant a lot to us. Someone who still pops into our mind once in a while, even though we may be in a perfectly happy relationship.
Feel free to “unload” here. Me first.
Mine was Ella. To this day I’m not sure what I saw in her, but there was something. We had a lot in common, but were different in many ways too. We had great times together but something was missing, I guess.
The end wasn’t bitter, or tragic, but it was devastating.
Now most of my memories of my time with her are pleasant.
Life is wierd.
Peace,
mangeorge
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Even though I’m not over 30, I’ve experienced a true broken heart that I have still not yet fully recovered from. My first real boyfriend did me in. Three years ago. And I haven’t had another true boyfriend since.
“I am so smart, I am so smart, s-m-r-t, i mean s-m-a-r-t”
I was led on by a guy who preyed on girls who were insecure and needy. When I was down, he was right there, patting my head and enabling me. When I was happy, he brushed me off like a fly.
Sing glogalimp, sing glugalump,
From deep inside the Wuggly Ump.
I met someone in a chatroom and carried on a year and a half online/phone relationship with her before we finally met. When we did I found out she had lied about her age and what she looked like. She had been sending me pictures of one her attractive friends and saying it was her. She totally destroyed my faith in humanity.
I Hooked up with a foreign exchange student in high sKool, and fell in love(oy). Well, she went home and I was devastated. I pretty much didn’t get outta bed for like a year(besides working and going to sKool).
I’ve had my heart broken twice. One I will not tell. The other one happened over 20 years ago, and it turned out that he didn’t mean to break my heart. He apparently had no idea that my heart was involved at all, and he just walked away…
I found out a few months ago, way too many years too late, that he cared too, and was too afraid to say it. I harbored the pain for so long, for nothing as it turned out. I have my hubby, who I love very much, and wouldn’t/couldn’t go back to that time. I do still carry warm feelings in my heart for him, and wish him only the best in his life.
Bittersweet, that.
Hand me that wrench. No, the one that looks like a hammer.
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Oops!!! I completely forgot that pipefitter got on my 'puter this evening, so I forgot to change it back to my name. The post above by pipefitter, is actually by me, purplebear. :o :o
Geeesh!! I feel dumb now!
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That’s my name, not a description. I am neither purple nor a bear. Okay, so I’m purple.<a true Wally original!>
Well, my sob stories aren’t nearly so bad. I’m only 18, you see (almost 19… almost). I have two stories. One was with a girl named Becky who was really manic depressive and suicidal… just talking with her was an adventure, and more often than not an unpleasant one (suicidal references came up often). We were “together” for one day… not even 25 hours. My only real relationship to date.
Second is a girl named Katharine, whom I’ve had a very bizarre fixation with for a couple years now. No romantic aspirations, but for some reason she just stands out in my mind as someone “special”.
So I haven’t had my heart “broken”… just a couple of needles jabbed into it so far. And I probably think my perspective from a younger angle (I really don’t want to offend anyone by implying they’re old… sorry sorry sorry!!) makes me react in a more melancholy of a manner… you know, make things into a much bigger deal than they are.
Anyway, my story… in ten years, I’ll probably have several more. Stay tuned!
My very first boyfriend, John, I thought he broke my heart. Then the last guy I was engaged to, he really did break my heart. We got back together three years later, which was last year. I broke it off with him in October. Funny, I didn’t love him like I thought I should. Maybe because he did break my heart, or maybe because I outgrew him. I wouldn’t go back for any of the men that either hurt me or that I hurt.
They say the right one is out there for every person. We shall see.
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I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it.
Where the hell do I start? John, Darryl, John, Ron… I could go on. See, I always get dumped, except for like 3 times, when I did the dumping. It’s sad.
The major number one, though, remains Tam, and I’m still not over him. Missed him by a matter of days, and my life would be totally different now (like I’d be living in Canada probably).
I’m not depressed, though - I still love him, we’re still friends, and I’m moving on (slowly). I do, however, think of him every day.
I’ve been giving this a lot of thought. I really can’t say any one person “broke my heart”. I think I just started little by little losing faith in people and letting less and less of me care and trust.
My first real deep love dumped me so suddenly, so completely, and under such betraying circumstances that I sank into depression and flunked out of college. Other than that I don’t really like to talk about it anymore, as it was over a decade ago and still hurts to think about.
Christine. No doubt about it. I followed her around like a puppy dog for years, desperately in love. Of course, the words that she used to describe me first started with “friend”, then “Brother”, then the one that done me in was “Father Figure”.
I mean it. I figure I tried for about 7 years to start the fire, but the rain was falling too fast.
