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So my life has been turned upside down in the last few months, both good and bad and don't really have anyone to talk to about it all. Am feeling a bit odd and felt like sharing in the hopes of some wise words of advice.
So let's go back to 3 months ago, I'm finishing the end of my University degree, and essentially finishing a huge part of my life. I have job interviews set up already (even though my exams are still not finished), and have a great man in my life who I love. Things are exciting and scary at the same time.. you know, being out in the big wide world of work and no more studying.
One day, I head over to my partners (the usual weekend scenario), but he's at the pub drinking and watching football. He comes home a bit drunk a few hours later, and dumps me. Was a complete shock and out of the blue... his feelings had changed and nothing could be done about it. At the time I felt fine and fairly calm... he went back out to get drunk for the rest of the night and left me alone in his bed (I had been having a nap after I finished work). Later the obvious bad feelings hit me and I'm feeling pretty miserable, but a friend I met through my now ex-boyfriend took me out into town to cheer me up, and although it was sweet and nice of him, I was feeling a bit numb and obviously not in the best of moods. I go back to their place (my ex lived with this friend, let's call him Si) and crashed in my friends bed... only to be woken up at 3am by Si. Loads of people downstairs getting drunk and having a party, not wanting to deal with any of this I head home in a taxi and when finally alone, I'm all teared up. Let me tell you I can count the number of times I've cried on one hand... I don't cry very often. So the next day I go back into town to meet up with the gang... and the ex is there. Now we both wanted to remain friends, as we were really close. So him trying to be all buddy buddy tells me about this young guy he fucked all last night. Clearly he never really thought about the things he said... shortly after I make an excuse and leave.... feeling crummy again. The next few weeks proceed as follows... week 1: Sad Joe... week 2: rebound slightly slutty Joe, and week 3: Feeling a bit more normal, though still sad. During this time I hang out with my ex a few times, each time starting well with feelings that perhaps we could remain friends... and ending with him talking about his sex life and how many hot guys were chatting with him and coming back to his place... and therefore I feel like shit.
It's at this point, Si takes me aside and tells me that he's seen these so-called "hot guys", and must need to get his eyes checked as the ones he's seen have been a bit gross. It turns out my ex was a lot more sexually active than I was... and basically was fucking everything that moved. An "Any hole's a goal" mentality. Nice. In the following weeks I suddenly see the bad side to my ex... and feel much better about everything... looking back now, I don't really know who this man in front of me had become... definitely not the same guy I started going out with.
Feeling more confident I tackle my final year exams in the following month and give it everything I had. My final week, I had a job interview at my local hospital on Monday, and my final exam on Thursday. Interview goes extremely well, and though in the interview they said it would take a week to figure out who to pick, they phone the next day and offer it to me. Extremely happy and excited and thrilled that everything was fitting into place. I finish university with a 2.1 (again, extremely pleased as it was what I was hoping to get!) and everything seems good.
During this time, me and Si become a lot closer, mess around in bed a little bit, and decide to go on a date... and the date goes very very well! One of those "chatting until the early hours" instant connection ones. I already suspected we would get on very well (and he admitted the same)... a plan is made for the following week (dinner round his).
So everything is all shiny happy people. The day before he calls to say he has to go away for work (we had chatted about his big promotion and this was part of it)... that was fair enough. Was looking forward to seeing him, but there would be plenty of time for that in future. The next day I discover the double-edged blade that is facebook... a friend writes "A lovely dinner and catch up with Si"... so not away on work after all? Was a bit confused as this was completely out of character for him. But decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and that our friend has clicked the wrong name. Then he starts ignoring texts, yet is still posting on facebook and chatting to people on there constantly. Finally a week later he replies saying he's been really busy with work and other stuff that he's had no time to reply. Am I wrong to think that's the crappest excuse I've ever heard? Considering he has been chatting USING HIS MOBILE on facebook... yet couldn't reply? So this continues for another week, and then he's on holiday for a week abroad. Still chatting to people on facebook, but ignoring anything I send his way. Naturally I think the worst!
He gets back at the weekend and invites me out into town. "Finally" I thought... "he's messaging me, I must have just been overreacting". At first he's amazingly cuddley... just what I needed and what I was missing. He then proceeds to ignore me all night and acts distant... mixed signals much? I'm tired and a bit annoyed that I'd been so foolish so tell everyone I'm heading off. Si: "Go back to mine, I'll be back in about an hour"... so gives me a cuddle goodbye with an added grope. "Maybe I'm not being foolish?". Fast forward to being alone in his bed, when my ex comes home and starts shagging some guy extremely loudly next door... whilst i'm alone in a guys bed and feeling horrible. 6am Si finally comes home, walks in and grabs some more alcohol. I say mornin (as I hadn't slept at all), and he says he's just making a quick stop before going out again... will be back in an hour. 2 hours pass and he's not back and I'm not a happy bunny... so at the sounds of my ex shagging again I decide to go back to my home. It would later turn out that the guy my ex was shagging was the same guy he'd been very "cuddley" with all night... and is his new boyfriend. I went out expecting a nice night with Si, I get a night of listening to my ex shagging his new boyfriend... felt like a punch in the stomach.
So Si apologises for not spending much time with me... and we make plans for dinner... more cancellations and rubbish excuses. I then hear he's getting back with his ex... and at this point I'm pretty fed up of letting him rule my life like this... so just bluntly ask him... he laughs and tells me not in a million years (then why have you told all your friends the complete opposite?). Chatting with friends I realise I'm bit amazingly stupid and waiting for someone who's quite clearly messing me about... even though it's not like the guy I knew when we met so long ago. Chatting with mutual friends, he does this sort of thing a lot... and is very good at appearing the saint. Last week he made plans with me for dinner this Wednesday. Just chatting with him today he's told me he might have to cancel as he's busy in London (and that he also might be moving there for work). At this point I'm not at all surprised and am past caring... I deserve much better than the way he's treated me. So I just told him that I was looking forward to dinner, but if he can't do it then I'll see him around sometime, and congratulations on the possible new job. He still replies saying he MAY be free, and that he's not disappearing on me. But quite frankly... he's had way more than my usual 3 strikes... he's out!
I've started work and really enjoying it... I love the work (I knew I was meant to work in a lab), I love my colleagues... and sure the pay isn't great, but first job out of uni so quickly... I'm content for the time being. It's a start, and I'm young... my career will take me higher I hope :smile:
I've since become a lot friendly with the ex and his new boyfriend... it turns out he's actually quite nice and funny. Looking at my ex... I don't even know why I was attracted to him in the first place... I look at him now and just see a friend... it's nice to know those feelings are in the past. And it even turns out they will be moving in together in the next few months.... it's only been 3 months since he dumped me... which is pretty fast in my books. But I'm still happy for them both. I think they're going to be good friends!
I myself am trying to move closer into town, as where I live, although amazing and perfect for uni; is not very good for getting to work, and is so far away from friends. A bit lonely as it's about an hour away, and I'm completely reliant on buses. So when friends are all out having fun, I usually can't join them. Hopefully that'll change soon.
I guess with my ex moving on, me sorting and starting my career and working on next steps, looking for a new place to live, realising the guy I liked isn't really what I thought, and a whole host of other life stresses is making me feel a bit unstable. I think that I'm basically alone every night away from friends isn't helping the situation... I'm a social person... so being alone isn't very good. I guess I'm at that stage in my life where things are all in the air and settling into the routine that will make up the next part of my life... I just wish they'd settle already! There's also a big part of me that just wants to be loved, and to find a nice guy to be with... but so far they're all hidden... probably in some seedy dungeon somewhere :tongue: For now I'm sort of just going with the flow and seeing what comes my way.
Sorry for the long essay... I just needed to get it all out of my system... there are loads of things I missed, but just wanted to put my thoughts and feelings out there... if I can't really chat to my friends... the lovely people of LPSG will make do :biggrin1:
So let's go back to 3 months ago, I'm finishing the end of my University degree, and essentially finishing a huge part of my life. I have job interviews set up already (even though my exams are still not finished), and have a great man in my life who I love. Things are exciting and scary at the same time.. you know, being out in the big wide world of work and no more studying.
One day, I head over to my partners (the usual weekend scenario), but he's at the pub drinking and watching football. He comes home a bit drunk a few hours later, and dumps me. Was a complete shock and out of the blue... his feelings had changed and nothing could be done about it. At the time I felt fine and fairly calm... he went back out to get drunk for the rest of the night and left me alone in his bed (I had been having a nap after I finished work). Later the obvious bad feelings hit me and I'm feeling pretty miserable, but a friend I met through my now ex-boyfriend took me out into town to cheer me up, and although it was sweet and nice of him, I was feeling a bit numb and obviously not in the best of moods. I go back to their place (my ex lived with this friend, let's call him Si) and crashed in my friends bed... only to be woken up at 3am by Si. Loads of people downstairs getting drunk and having a party, not wanting to deal with any of this I head home in a taxi and when finally alone, I'm all teared up. Let me tell you I can count the number of times I've cried on one hand... I don't cry very often. So the next day I go back into town to meet up with the gang... and the ex is there. Now we both wanted to remain friends, as we were really close. So him trying to be all buddy buddy tells me about this young guy he fucked all last night. Clearly he never really thought about the things he said... shortly after I make an excuse and leave.... feeling crummy again. The next few weeks proceed as follows... week 1: Sad Joe... week 2: rebound slightly slutty Joe, and week 3: Feeling a bit more normal, though still sad. During this time I hang out with my ex a few times, each time starting well with feelings that perhaps we could remain friends... and ending with him talking about his sex life and how many hot guys were chatting with him and coming back to his place... and therefore I feel like shit.
It's at this point, Si takes me aside and tells me that he's seen these so-called "hot guys", and must need to get his eyes checked as the ones he's seen have been a bit gross. It turns out my ex was a lot more sexually active than I was... and basically was fucking everything that moved. An "Any hole's a goal" mentality. Nice. In the following weeks I suddenly see the bad side to my ex... and feel much better about everything... looking back now, I don't really know who this man in front of me had become... definitely not the same guy I started going out with.
Feeling more confident I tackle my final year exams in the following month and give it everything I had. My final week, I had a job interview at my local hospital on Monday, and my final exam on Thursday. Interview goes extremely well, and though in the interview they said it would take a week to figure out who to pick, they phone the next day and offer it to me. Extremely happy and excited and thrilled that everything was fitting into place. I finish university with a 2.1 (again, extremely pleased as it was what I was hoping to get!) and everything seems good.
During this time, me and Si become a lot closer, mess around in bed a little bit, and decide to go on a date... and the date goes very very well! One of those "chatting until the early hours" instant connection ones. I already suspected we would get on very well (and he admitted the same)... a plan is made for the following week (dinner round his).
So everything is all shiny happy people. The day before he calls to say he has to go away for work (we had chatted about his big promotion and this was part of it)... that was fair enough. Was looking forward to seeing him, but there would be plenty of time for that in future. The next day I discover the double-edged blade that is facebook... a friend writes "A lovely dinner and catch up with Si"... so not away on work after all? Was a bit confused as this was completely out of character for him. But decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and that our friend has clicked the wrong name. Then he starts ignoring texts, yet is still posting on facebook and chatting to people on there constantly. Finally a week later he replies saying he's been really busy with work and other stuff that he's had no time to reply. Am I wrong to think that's the crappest excuse I've ever heard? Considering he has been chatting USING HIS MOBILE on facebook... yet couldn't reply? So this continues for another week, and then he's on holiday for a week abroad. Still chatting to people on facebook, but ignoring anything I send his way. Naturally I think the worst!
He gets back at the weekend and invites me out into town. "Finally" I thought... "he's messaging me, I must have just been overreacting". At first he's amazingly cuddley... just what I needed and what I was missing. He then proceeds to ignore me all night and acts distant... mixed signals much? I'm tired and a bit annoyed that I'd been so foolish so tell everyone I'm heading off. Si: "Go back to mine, I'll be back in about an hour"... so gives me a cuddle goodbye with an added grope. "Maybe I'm not being foolish?". Fast forward to being alone in his bed, when my ex comes home and starts shagging some guy extremely loudly next door... whilst i'm alone in a guys bed and feeling horrible. 6am Si finally comes home, walks in and grabs some more alcohol. I say mornin (as I hadn't slept at all), and he says he's just making a quick stop before going out again... will be back in an hour. 2 hours pass and he's not back and I'm not a happy bunny... so at the sounds of my ex shagging again I decide to go back to my home. It would later turn out that the guy my ex was shagging was the same guy he'd been very "cuddley" with all night... and is his new boyfriend. I went out expecting a nice night with Si, I get a night of listening to my ex shagging his new boyfriend... felt like a punch in the stomach.
So Si apologises for not spending much time with me... and we make plans for dinner... more cancellations and rubbish excuses. I then hear he's getting back with his ex... and at this point I'm pretty fed up of letting him rule my life like this... so just bluntly ask him... he laughs and tells me not in a million years (then why have you told all your friends the complete opposite?). Chatting with friends I realise I'm bit amazingly stupid and waiting for someone who's quite clearly messing me about... even though it's not like the guy I knew when we met so long ago. Chatting with mutual friends, he does this sort of thing a lot... and is very good at appearing the saint. Last week he made plans with me for dinner this Wednesday. Just chatting with him today he's told me he might have to cancel as he's busy in London (and that he also might be moving there for work). At this point I'm not at all surprised and am past caring... I deserve much better than the way he's treated me. So I just told him that I was looking forward to dinner, but if he can't do it then I'll see him around sometime, and congratulations on the possible new job. He still replies saying he MAY be free, and that he's not disappearing on me. But quite frankly... he's had way more than my usual 3 strikes... he's out!
I've started work and really enjoying it... I love the work (I knew I was meant to work in a lab), I love my colleagues... and sure the pay isn't great, but first job out of uni so quickly... I'm content for the time being. It's a start, and I'm young... my career will take me higher I hope :smile:
I've since become a lot friendly with the ex and his new boyfriend... it turns out he's actually quite nice and funny. Looking at my ex... I don't even know why I was attracted to him in the first place... I look at him now and just see a friend... it's nice to know those feelings are in the past. And it even turns out they will be moving in together in the next few months.... it's only been 3 months since he dumped me... which is pretty fast in my books. But I'm still happy for them both. I think they're going to be good friends!
I myself am trying to move closer into town, as where I live, although amazing and perfect for uni; is not very good for getting to work, and is so far away from friends. A bit lonely as it's about an hour away, and I'm completely reliant on buses. So when friends are all out having fun, I usually can't join them. Hopefully that'll change soon.
I guess with my ex moving on, me sorting and starting my career and working on next steps, looking for a new place to live, realising the guy I liked isn't really what I thought, and a whole host of other life stresses is making me feel a bit unstable. I think that I'm basically alone every night away from friends isn't helping the situation... I'm a social person... so being alone isn't very good. I guess I'm at that stage in my life where things are all in the air and settling into the routine that will make up the next part of my life... I just wish they'd settle already! There's also a big part of me that just wants to be loved, and to find a nice guy to be with... but so far they're all hidden... probably in some seedy dungeon somewhere :tongue: For now I'm sort of just going with the flow and seeing what comes my way.
Sorry for the long essay... I just needed to get it all out of my system... there are loads of things I missed, but just wanted to put my thoughts and feelings out there... if I can't really chat to my friends... the lovely people of LPSG will make do :biggrin1: