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Need some guidance here...
Up until the end of January, this guy and I have been the best of friends. We have been through so much together -- his psycho ex girlfriend trying to kill herself, his overbearing parents, the PEGF trying to screw him financially when he finally broke things off with her, our not working together anymore, etc.
The best way I could describe the two of us is "boyfriends without the sex". We were always concerned with the other's needs, trying to make the other's life easier, doing things for each other -- it was fantastic. I couldn't have asked for a better friend and I was one of the few he had. als:
I was even a part of the family -- being invited for Christmas, parties, his cousin's wedding...and that's where things went south. Way south.
At the after wedding party the next day, we were all very trashed (you know where this is going already)... After going back to his house and passing out, I woke up at one point and still drunk and under the influence of the wedding the day before (they've always been very hard for me), I decided to go on a fact-finding mission. He woke up to find my hand somewhere it definitely shouldn't have been. I jumped back into my bed (two singles in the room) and went back to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up first and told him I was heading out. He gave me a big hug (we hug each other every time we part company), bigger than normal, and I headed out the door.
That's the last time he's spoken to me. No returned phonecalls. No returned pages. Nada. That was the 23rd of January.
I've been through the gamut of emotions, played junior-league stalker, kept up with how he's been doing at work since I left, etc.
I'm in the process of printing out some pictures of gatherings we've been at and am planning on dropping them off at his work before he shows up with a note saying: "Remember the good times & let's get back to doing what we do best -- being the best friends anyone could ever ask for."
Good idea? I guess I have nothing to lose. The only hope I have is that he still owes me money. It's not that I want the money back, but I know that he could pay me off (drop it off at my work when I'm not there) and think that if he seriously wanted to separate himself from me, he would have done so already.
Advice?
I would give up five years of my life to rewind back to that night and choose differently. I ruined a three-year relationship, destroyed his trust, faith and respect for me.
How am I going to fix this (if it's even possible)? :cry:
Up until the end of January, this guy and I have been the best of friends. We have been through so much together -- his psycho ex girlfriend trying to kill herself, his overbearing parents, the PEGF trying to screw him financially when he finally broke things off with her, our not working together anymore, etc.
The best way I could describe the two of us is "boyfriends without the sex". We were always concerned with the other's needs, trying to make the other's life easier, doing things for each other -- it was fantastic. I couldn't have asked for a better friend and I was one of the few he had. als:
I was even a part of the family -- being invited for Christmas, parties, his cousin's wedding...and that's where things went south. Way south.
At the after wedding party the next day, we were all very trashed (you know where this is going already)... After going back to his house and passing out, I woke up at one point and still drunk and under the influence of the wedding the day before (they've always been very hard for me), I decided to go on a fact-finding mission. He woke up to find my hand somewhere it definitely shouldn't have been. I jumped back into my bed (two singles in the room) and went back to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up first and told him I was heading out. He gave me a big hug (we hug each other every time we part company), bigger than normal, and I headed out the door.
That's the last time he's spoken to me. No returned phonecalls. No returned pages. Nada. That was the 23rd of January.
I've been through the gamut of emotions, played junior-league stalker, kept up with how he's been doing at work since I left, etc.
I'm in the process of printing out some pictures of gatherings we've been at and am planning on dropping them off at his work before he shows up with a note saying: "Remember the good times & let's get back to doing what we do best -- being the best friends anyone could ever ask for."
Good idea? I guess I have nothing to lose. The only hope I have is that he still owes me money. It's not that I want the money back, but I know that he could pay me off (drop it off at my work when I'm not there) and think that if he seriously wanted to separate himself from me, he would have done so already.
Advice?
I would give up five years of my life to rewind back to that night and choose differently. I ruined a three-year relationship, destroyed his trust, faith and respect for me.
How am I going to fix this (if it's even possible)? :cry: