My Love Life

Let me start by saying that I’m 24 years old and don’t have a clue what I’m doing when it comes to my love life. I went through a few crappy boyfriends in high school, most of whom cheated on me or ditched me because I thought I was too young to have sex. I guess I had about as much luck dating in high school as to be expected. Nothing interesting there.

Then I finally got to college and I thought it was my time! I thought I was finally going to meet the right guy and we were going to fall in love immediately and get married and have kids and live happily ever after! Well, I did meet a guy. Or rather, my best friend met a guy. They went to high school together (a different high school than me), and started dating freshman year of college. Now, keep in mind, he did not attend our college but my friend planned on seeing him every time she went back home (two hours away from my home).

Well, they dated for about two weeks before ending it mutually after realizing they had nothing in common. During the time that my friend and this guy were dating, him and I had become friends and we continued to be friends after the breakup and eventually he asked me out. I said no, as he had dated my best friend. I told my friend about it and she said that him and I would make a great couple and after a seriously long talk with her about it (she insisted she was 100 percent fine with it), I started flirting with him until he asked me out again. I said yes.

We dated for about a year and half, seeing each other as frequently as we could. One day, I woke up and sent him a good morning text, with which he replied something along the lines of he just needs some space and he’ll call me later. I didn’t hear from him all day until about 9:00 that night when I got a long text from him saying he wanted to break up and still wanted to be friends blah blah blah…

He didn’t actually give me a reason as to why he suddenly wanted to break up after a year and a half, so I called him. A few times. He wouldn’t answer my calls, so I gave up and cried myself to sleep. The next day, I told my best friend what happened, and she ended up driving two hours to my house to stay with me for a few days while I “healed.” During those few days, I learned that immediately after breaking up with me, my (ex) boyfriend had sexted her, and she sexted him back. I also learned about at least three other girls that he cheated on me with. There may have been more, but I couldn’t bear to know anymore.

The funny thing is, a few days before our breakup, he had come to stay with me for a week, and we had gone bowling with my sister, her husband, and a few of their friends. One of those friends was a man who apparently took a liking to me and persistently asked my sister about me for the next few months. We finally hung out again, with a few friends at my sister’s house and went to breakfast the next morning. A few days later, he drove an hour and a half to come see me at college, and kissed me for the first time.

That man is now my husband and I couldn’t be happier. It’s been about four and half years since our first kiss and about a year and a half since our wedding. He is my soulmate, and I know that I finally got it right.