QUOTE (buymeacoke @ Aug 22 2007, 09:45 AM)

By the way, I loved your waterbed story. Especially the part where you knew it was the last time, but he didn't.
Yeah, here's a good being single story for you all. I was with my ex for six years, from 16-23. He was three years older than me and it was a bad relationship, emotional abuse, always that thought of possible physical abuse. It was just bad, but I did not have the strength to end it. He was my "first" everything and I didn't want to accept that I had made such mistakes.
Anyway, so his friend went off to the military and I had always had a little crush on him. He went away, we started writing each other these heartfelt letters about our hopes and dreams and all, and about three years into his four year stint, I realized I was in love with him. All of our friends realized it too,whenever he came home for visits. I would deny it, he would deny it, nothing physical ever happened., But at the 3 1/2 year mark, the letters turned into, what's going to happen when you're here, it's obvious we have a connection, what are we going to do about it. He would always say, nothing, you have a boyfriend who is my friend, I don't want anything to happen anyway (lie). So he was scheduled to come home Thanksgiving weekend and all of the friends went to pick him up at the airport, except for us--we weren't invited because it was pretty clear to all that bad things were going to happen once we were all in the same state again. So we stayed home and my mom and brothers went away so we had the house to ourselves.
It was pretty clear to the both of us that things were going to change, yet we had been avoiding the situation, even though I was trying to let him down gently by telling him that it wasn't working, if he found someone new at his new job I'd be okay with him dating and him responding by saying, I know this is because you are in love with Tom and I will kill the both of you if you ever get together. So of course, my immediate response was, no, that's not true, forget I said anything. It was really bad.
Anyway, so the night before Tom came home, we were alone and we started doing stuff and all I could think was that Tom was overseas, packing his bags right then to come home and that in less than 12 hours he would be home. Needless to say, it was not working on my end at all. All I kept thinking about was how much I wanted to be with him and not where I was at that moment (literally) and so I finally told him to just stop after about two (painful) minutes. It took me another month and a lot of violent threats to officially breakup with him, but we never did anything again after that night. I had pretty much decided that I was better off alone, maybe with Tom one day, maybe he was serious that he never wanted to be with me, but either away, I was better off alone than in the loveless situation I was in. I was ready and happy to be single, even if it was forever. Sometimes I read these stories and I see people say they want a boy/girlfriend right now and I always think, what's the rush? It's all such a gamble anyway, and you never know. Sometimes it's just better to be single and live the way you want to live instead of attached to someone for the sake of being attached.
PS--Tom & I finally got our acts together and have been married for almost 5 years now.