tru4reele
Well-Known Member
We all know that love and heartbreak go hand in hand so let's share our stories about our experiences.
So my first heartbreak was with my college love. He was my first real boyfriend the first year I went alway and we were inseparable. I went to school in New Orleans and he was from there. He was not a student.
After the first year there I had some depression issues (found out later it was the birth control) and really wanted to go back home. My boyfriend planned on coming back with me and living with my uncle.
I get back home. Everything is good, but my uncle renigs on allowing my bf to stay with him. Of course he couldn't stay with me. So he has no where to stay and therefor couldn't move.
Everything changed after that. He wouldn't answer his phone. I couldn't get hold of him for like a month and I was sick because We talked everyday. The hurricane came and I thought he was dead. I wouldn't eat. I stayed up crying all night. I was in so much pain. My mom told me it was nothing wrong with him he just wasn't talking to me. I told her she was wrong. He wouldn't just Not talk to me like that.
Mothers know best. He called and said he was okay a week later after I had left dozens of messages. But it wasn't the same. He just didn't want me anymore and I could tell. I think he blamed me for leaving him in New Orleans.
We lost touch. I lost a lot of weight. Even like a year later I would cry when someone asked about him. I dreamed about him coming back for a while. Thought I would never love again and my mom said I would. She was right again. I found him on FB not too long ago but didn't even request him as a friend. Didnt want to open that door.
So my first heartbreak was with my college love. He was my first real boyfriend the first year I went alway and we were inseparable. I went to school in New Orleans and he was from there. He was not a student.
After the first year there I had some depression issues (found out later it was the birth control) and really wanted to go back home. My boyfriend planned on coming back with me and living with my uncle.
I get back home. Everything is good, but my uncle renigs on allowing my bf to stay with him. Of course he couldn't stay with me. So he has no where to stay and therefor couldn't move.
Everything changed after that. He wouldn't answer his phone. I couldn't get hold of him for like a month and I was sick because We talked everyday. The hurricane came and I thought he was dead. I wouldn't eat. I stayed up crying all night. I was in so much pain. My mom told me it was nothing wrong with him he just wasn't talking to me. I told her she was wrong. He wouldn't just Not talk to me like that.
Mothers know best. He called and said he was okay a week later after I had left dozens of messages. But it wasn't the same. He just didn't want me anymore and I could tell. I think he blamed me for leaving him in New Orleans.
We lost touch. I lost a lot of weight. Even like a year later I would cry when someone asked about him. I dreamed about him coming back for a while. Thought I would never love again and my mom said I would. She was right again. I found him on FB not too long ago but didn't even request him as a friend. Didnt want to open that door.