I got with my now ex in June of last year. He was 18, fresh out of high school, and I was 17, about to enter my senior year.

I have had boyfriends before, and I even think I did the whole 'first love' thing at 16, but this guy was different. We were friends before anything happened, and I think we did not rush anything, at all.

Summer was a blast. Right from the beginning, he was right by my side, always. There was not a day we did not spend time together, somtimes waking up in the same room and going to bed right next to eachother. However, we did not 'take it a step further' until after we were dating for 4 months.

The longest time we spent apart was Christmas break, when he went up to Canada to visit relatives and I stayed down here. We still talked every day and he even made me videos using his webcam so I could still hear his voice every day.

Then, in February, the beginning of the end happened. I messed up...big time. I cheated. I had too much to drink and wasnt thinking and was caught by my boyfriend kissing another guy I didnt even know.

He quickly broke up with me, saying he couldnt trust me anymore, but we still remained good friends. In fact, we continued having sex, he continued being everything he used to be to me...he took me on dates, paid for everything, we cuddled and kissed and he still told me he loved me.

This went on for months.

April rolled around, and I finally asked him why we wernt together, especially with the way he was treating me. He told me he loved me, he just didnt want a relationship with me. So, I stopped having sex with him.

In all honesty, the reason I stopped being intimate with him was because I wanted him to want to be with me. I wanted him to even like, want sex so bad he would be in a relationship with me, just like we were.
I didnt understand because he told me he loved me...and he was treating me like a girlfriend, but he couldnt be official.

On Friday, he told me he had sex with another girl...a friend of his. He told me he did it because 'he wasnt getting it from me anymore' and that I shouldnt even be mad because Im not his girlfriend and its not my buisness.

We have been fighting all weekend about it. I find that Im the one crying, and he seems to completely not care. I told him we cant talk anymore, and he said 'whatever' basically. Its like I was never important.


This guy told me he wanted to marry me, that he planned his future with me in it and that I was all he needed to be happy.

I dont understand how he could be so heartless. He told me he fell otu of love, and that the only reason he was still treating me like a girlfriend all those months was because he was 'used to it'.

I dont know what to do. I feel so alone. Not only was he my boyfriend, he was my best friend. I feel like I have no one else.


Why did he fall out of love? Why does he not care after everything we had? How can I move on?