September 14, 2019 10

I Didn’t Respond To My Boyfriend’s Farewell Message. It Was A Mistake!

I Didn’t Respond To My Boyfriend’s Farewell Message. It Was A Mistake!

Hi! My name is Ava, I’m fifteen years old. I would like to share with you a story about
a relationship I was in. There will be no happy-ending, but I hope
that my experience will be useful for other girls who find themselves in a similar situation. This story is about how my boyfriend used
me to feed his hungry ego. I met him at a party that my high school friend,
Emma, threw. Emma is a sociable, energetic, and straightforward
girl, who’s easy to hang out with. She invited me to her birthday party, where
I met my future boyfriend … however, at that moment, he was Emma’s boyfriend. But I did not steal him from my friend! She was more than happy to give him to me. This guy’s name was Martin. And you know, he was the star of this party! He was cute and very active — he made funny
jokes, making everybody laugh, he danced really cool, and fooled around with the microphone
singing some kind of stupid karaoke songs… And I liked him a lot from the moment I saw
him. I approached Emma and shyly asked her to introduce
us. Emma giggled strangely and said that he was
her boyfriend, but if I liked him, I could take him, and she would be happy to get rid
of him. I thought it was a joke, and even laughed
politely, although, in reality, Emma’s words sounded so strange that I felt awkward and
decided to leave the party as fast as possible. But I did not get far — it started raining,
and as I looked for my umbrella I realized that I had left it at Emma’s house. I had to go back. And it was there that I witnessed of a very
strange scene — Emma stood in the doorway and shouted at Martin: “Get out! I never, NEVER want to see or hear you again,
leave me alone! ” After that, Emma went back into the house,
and Martin left. When he passed me, his face seemed wet, not
from rain, but from tears! He did not even notice me. After that day Emma and I almost lost touch
for some reason. So I did not feel constrained by my friendship
with her anymore and decided to make a move on Martin. I found him on Facebook and sent him a private
message. He replied and we started writing to each
other. We didn’t have a lot of common ground for
conversation, but Martin was more than happy to talk about himself, and I was happy to
listen to him. Soon we went out in real life, and started
a relationship. I simply adored Martin. I could never imagine that guys, who were
ready to devote every minute of their free time to their girlfriend, even existed! Every school day we went for a walk together
after classes, we spent all of our weekends together, and in the evenings we texted each
other until late at night! I was very glad that Martin enjoyed spending
time with me, and when he told me that I was a hundred times better than his ex, I was
honestly really flattered. I always thought that Emma was cool, but I
was even cooler! I was almost happy, and at first I did not
realize that this perfect relationship also had a dark side — I was getting tired. Because of our texting until three AM, I was
always sleepy. I even began to fall asleep during my classes,
which caused problems at school. All my friends, one by one, got offended by
me because I did not spend time with them anymore. But I just couldn’t hang out with them! When I went somewhere with my friends, Martin
always called me or texted me, and if I didn’t answer, he would get very upset and say something
like he knew that I didn’t need him at all. But that wasn’t true! I tried to explain, we’d argue, and then Martin
would be sad for a few days and complain that he had headaches. I felt guilty and sorry for him. In fact, I felt guilty all the time. It seemed that I was always doing something
wrong and causing him terrible heartache. Sometimes I could not even enjoy taking a
bath, because Martin texted me non-stop, and if I didn’t answer right away, he would
call and tell me, with pain in his voice, that apparently he was not good enough for
me. Oh, how tired I was! Sometimes Martin started to annoy me, but
then I pictured in my head how my boyfriend was laying in his bed, curled up, and unhappy… BECAUSE OF ME! I felt so sorry for him that I tried to fix
everything over and over again. But my patience finally ran out. It was a late in the evening one night, I
was terribly sleepy, and the next morning there was an important English test at school… Martin would not leave me alone, so at some
point I just wrote “Good night,” turned off the sound on my smartphone, and went to bed. In the morning, there were about fifty texts
from Martin on my phone saying that, obviously, my love for him had passed, and that he lost
the best thing he ever had in his life, and that he did not know whether he needed this
life without me. His last message was “Farewell, Ava. Thank you for everything.” And now I could not reach him. But I had to go to school and take my test. And l texted and called him on my way to school,
but he didn’t answer. I don’t know if I did well on my test, but
as soon I was done with it, I rushed out of class, grabbing my phone in hopes of seeing
any messages from Martin. But my phone’s screen was empty – no new
texts, no missed calls… – nothing. I began to worry. At first I persuaded myself that nothing bad
could have happened, but by late evening I was already panicking. I had never visited Martin at home before,
but I knew where he lived, so I went there and rang the doorbell. I was terribly afraid that I would see his
parents crying, grief-stricken, and devastated. But Martin’s parents looked rather sleepy
and surprised to see me. When I asked them where Martin was, they told
me that he left for a couple of days with his friends to go snowboarding and forgot
his smartphone at home. They also added that they knew for sure that
everything was okay since Martin’s older cousin was with him. Martin’s mother even showed me a picture that
they sent to her — Martin looked very happy and I’d even say absolutely joyful in it. I returned home on autopilot. The idea that Martin was lying to me about
his deep emotional wounds all the time struck me. He just found a sick pleasure in the fact
that I worried about him and in how much time and effort I was spending on our relationship. Like a vampire, Martin sucked all the energy
out of me, and he enjoyed it. A day later he wrote to me as if nothing had
happened. Then I was finally convinced that I was right
and … and I dumped Martin. It was not easy, but I was determined. I no longer answered his calls and I put him
on the ignore list in all of my social networks and instant messengers. I really hope that my experience in dealing
with a person like Martin can help somebody to avoid the same mistakes in the future. Believe me, people like him are not worth
your effort. Do not ruin your lives because of them. Share my story with your friends and do not
forget to give it a like. I really want this to be seen by as many people
as possible.

10 Replies to “I Didn’t Respond To My Boyfriend’s Farewell Message. It Was A Mistake!”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

© Copyright 2019. Amrab Angladeshi. Designed by