How Disney World Destroyed My Relationship

Welp, story time. This ones a little sad, okay? Buckle up. Last year, around this time I had started seeing someone. I met him at a grocery store that him and I were working at. He was different and always made me laugh, although at first I wasn't really into him. It took a few dates and a few kisses to realize I was actually head-over-heels for the stupid fuck. We started "dating" in November 2015. We started like any other young relationship: texting constantly, snapchatting and hanging around one an other as much as humanly possible. It was great, but there was always this dark cloud hanging over our relationship, because we both knew it would be long distance soon enough. Let me explain, first of all, let's give this fucker a name... let's call him Dingus. So Dingus went to culinary school. He's a great cook, and as a part of the program he was in...he got to select an internship and well...intern there. Dingus decided to go to Disney World...the happiest place on Earth...duh. Dingus would never want to talk about him leaving, he would get sad and shut down...like any real man!

Well, the time came and it was time to say goodbye. I went off to EZoo (worst EDM festival ever) and he went off to stupid Disney. Everything was fine, I was happy with my best friend in the middle of New York at a festival and my boyfriend was driving thousands of miles from CT to FL. We were texting when he stopped and he would call me too...how cute, right? It was all fine and dandy for the first couple of weeks. Texting, facetiming, I miss you's, etc. Eventually, I would start going days without hearing a single word from Dingus. This hurt me a lot considering he had been so amazing to me, he even waited until his dumbass got to Florida to officially ask me to be his girlfriend.

I was depressed and it was getting worse by the day. I could not eat, I could not sleep, I cried everyday and every night. We talked a bit here and there, fighting and disagreeing mostly. He would get drunk and I would slit my wrists... we were goals huh? It went on like this until October 2015 when I took it a little too far with my depression. A month later, recovering slowly, my mom decided it would be a good idea for me to go and see him. She bought me and my sister plane and hotel tickets for Florida. I was there for about four days. I saw him on the first night and everything was okay, at least I thought. It felt good. The second day is when things started to fall apart even more. He came over the hotel when he got out of work and the plan was that he would sleep there with me because he had the next day off. He got there after work and then decided to leave and go hang out with his friends because it was (likely the girl he cheated on me with)'s last day. I told him, being the cool ass girlfriend I am, that it was fine with me as long as he came back. It was 1:00 AM when he texted me and told me he did not want to come back. I lost it, naturally, and made him come back to at least talk to me in person and he did. I cried in front of my hotel room and chain smoked cigarettes until he showed up.

We talked, we cried, we made up. He slept there and I thought we were okay. He told me he no longer felt close to me and honestly, it broke my stupid heart, but I thought we could do it, I thought we could make it work. The next day we went to Disney, it was fine, we had fun for most of the day... but we both knew something wasn't right. I was depressed and anxious the entire time. We ended up leaving around 10 PM and got back to the hotel eventually and we sat in the car, crying and arguing for about an hour. I told him I loved him and he told me he did not love me. I was at a loss, I did not want to break up, but I felt it coming. We ended that night, still a couple, he went back to his apartment and I back up to my hotel room. The next day is the last I would see him, he came to the hotel after work and I showered him with gifts and kisses. I left and went home, still knowing something was off.

The next weekend, he surprised me and came home. I saw him that night for a bit and everything felt okay... except this was our last good day together. I worked third shift at the time, so I left and went to work and he went home. I saw him again the next day, and we were still okay, even though his family and friends all told him to dump me like a piece of moldy bread. THANK YOU TO DINGUS'S ASSHOLE FRIENDS/FAMILY, MADE ME WANT TO DIE EVEN MORE WOW THANK YOU SO MUCH COOL THANKS. Best thing is, it was because I was too depressed for him HA. We somehow still had a good day and then got into a fight on his last day home because he decided he wanted to make absolutely no effort to see me. Obviously, he had to get back to his butt buddies in Florida so he could forget all about me AGAIN. Okay, hold your breath cause' this is where it gets real good. HE. FUCKING. DUMPED. ME. OVER. TEXT. Come on guys, get it the fuck together. This little shit was HOME and still did not have the balls to dump me in person... whatever.

Basically, he blamed it on the distance and my depression. We only had one month apart left. He tried to initiate a "break," which if you have any brain at all, you know a "break" is a fucking myth and does not work. Well, I let the "break" go on for about two days until I told Dingus that he either had to take me at my worst or not the fuck at all... and he chose to leave. I was devastated. I put everything I had into that relationship and this fucker could not even look me in the eyes as he ended it. To this day, we have not talked, and I am okay with that because I know I have been the bigger person and tried to make amends, but he couldn't even give me closure. Long distance does not work, because I really believe that I was cheated on. I don't care now, I have accepted my past as it is and how it has made me stronger but fuckkkk...what a douche, huh?