My little story? Okay.
I had a fiancee. We spent three years together, where every day she told me how happy she was with me and how lucky she felt to have met me. Then one day, out of the blue (we were discussing wedding plans a couple days prior), she breaks up with me. The only real comfort I get is in the form of a mutal friend we had who told me that he was in my corner and that he was trying to get her back together with me. A couple months go by of me being all heartbroken and stupid, and I find out that she had been cheating on me before she broke up with me. With that 'mutual friend' who told me he had my back.
This started just after she had gotten me a job in a company with her father. After I found out about the betrayal of both of them, I had a little difficulty performing at work (I worked as a metal finisher for airplane parts). Eventually I got through that, then I found out that that 'mutual friend' had gotten a job in the same place I had, recommended by my ex-fiancee. She didn't care about how it might affect me, someone who not only was good (but obviously not perfect) to her during the relationship, and even afterward tried to swallow my hurt and try to be friends again, having every attempt spat back in my face.
Now it's three years after the fact, and I want to share what happened. I no longer work at that metal factory (the place was a pretty horrible place to work). While the two of them were planning their own wedding, she cheated on and dumped him, and he's been wollowing in self-pity for about 2 months now. While she had been with me, she was always happy. While she was with him, she had to be institutionalized because she tried to kill herself. She also cheated on him during the couple years they were together at least the one time I know about. She's miserable in her life and he's alone and living with her parents (he still has never had his own place, and he's 27 years old). I'm doing pretty good, and I'm living my life.
The moral of this story: Kharma's a *****. Be excelent to each other.
I had a fiancee. We spent three years together, where every day she told me how happy she was with me and how lucky she felt to have met me. Then one day, out of the blue (we were discussing wedding plans a couple days prior), she breaks up with me. The only real comfort I get is in the form of a mutal friend we had who told me that he was in my corner and that he was trying to get her back together with me. A couple months go by of me being all heartbroken and stupid, and I find out that she had been cheating on me before she broke up with me. With that 'mutual friend' who told me he had my back.
This started just after she had gotten me a job in a company with her father. After I found out about the betrayal of both of them, I had a little difficulty performing at work (I worked as a metal finisher for airplane parts). Eventually I got through that, then I found out that that 'mutual friend' had gotten a job in the same place I had, recommended by my ex-fiancee. She didn't care about how it might affect me, someone who not only was good (but obviously not perfect) to her during the relationship, and even afterward tried to swallow my hurt and try to be friends again, having every attempt spat back in my face.
Now it's three years after the fact, and I want to share what happened. I no longer work at that metal factory (the place was a pretty horrible place to work). While the two of them were planning their own wedding, she cheated on and dumped him, and he's been wollowing in self-pity for about 2 months now. While she had been with me, she was always happy. While she was with him, she had to be institutionalized because she tried to kill herself. She also cheated on him during the couple years they were together at least the one time I know about. She's miserable in her life and he's alone and living with her parents (he still has never had his own place, and he's 27 years old). I'm doing pretty good, and I'm living my life.
The moral of this story: Kharma's a *****. Be excelent to each other.