I was dating a man for 9 months and I was smitten. We never argued and we where having wonderful sex.
We where together on the Sunday and on Monday he fell off the face of the planet. No phone call, no e-mail and I didn't rate a 25 cent txt message.
There was no CLOSURE
Fast forward 1 and half months - A mutual friend tells me that the ex had moved his new girl friend and her two small children into his house and they had been seeing each other for 4 months.
It seems that I was the bit on the side (like a order of fries)
I was gutted, and I doubted myself for along time afterwards.
I had wondered what I had done wrong, that I wasn't pretty enough and I wasn't good enough at sex.
I didn't stalk him but I did curl up into a ball and I did cry alot.
I haven't been in a serious relationship for three years and have devoted my efforts in being good at my job with the occasional playmate to quench the fire in my blood.