Before I get to the point, let me tell you a little bit about myself, so that you can understand how I ended up in this situation.
The fact is that throughout my life I have had bad luck with guys. It began in high school when I foolishly dated a dork who dated me up to the first act and then dumped me. It was a great shame and humiliation for me. That’s what I associate the phrase “first love” with because of it. My next affair after high school ended with me catching an STD. My parents had to spend a lot of money on drugs to cure me.
Things were no better during my college years. I had an affair with a classmate, but he forced me to have an abortion after I got pregnant by him. Otherwise he promised me big trouble. I got scared of his threats and obeyed. I still can’t forgive myself for that sin. Abortion after the first pregnancy can end infertility, and I am so afraid of it, that even years later I do not go to the doctor to be checked.
In my senior year, I met a man much older than myself. He and I lived in his apartment for a while. But after a few drunken beatings from his side, I ran away from the beast.
After graduation I dated a colleague for a while until I found out about his drug addiction. That was the last straw, and I was determined to end the relationship, at least for a period.
Why all this was happening to me, I didn’t understand. Some people said I didn’t dress well, I didn’t take care of my face. Others said that I had cockroaches in my head, wrong beliefs. Others assured me that I was easily accessible. Some were convinced that I’m the opposite of a prude, that I have to be groomed for years for a single touch. They also said that I have too high demands that allegedly waiting for a prince. Others said that I, on the contrary, clinging to anyone indiscriminately.
What I did not do. I bought brand name outfits and cosmetics for the attention of guys. I’ve been on every dating app out there. I went around a dozen psychologists, but I did not get anything, except for exhausted resources.
But time went on, now I was 24 and something happened that gave me a chance and revived the hope of finding a good man.
It was banal to say the least. We accidentally met on the street and got to talking. It was obvious that he was much younger than me, but not that much, as it turned out later. He seemed mature to me at the time, looking about 18-19 years old. So I did not hide from communicating with him. And the way he spoke, he did not look like the schoolboy that he ended up being.
So, we exchanged numbers after the first meeting and agreed on the next one. So we started hanging out – going to the cinema, cafes, and so on. With each meeting I became more and more crazy about him. Maybe I was naive, but it seemed to me that I had finally found my happiness.
After a while I found out that he was 15 years old. It came as a real shock to me. Thank God we didn’t have anything. I was faced with a very difficult choice. On the one hand I was at incredible risk of losing my reputation, and maybe even my freedom. But if I broke up with him, then what? More loneliness and the fear of meeting another freak? I thought for a long time, pondered, weighed all the “pro and contra. And then I realized: I would only go to jail if we had sex, but I would have nothing if we just met and talked. Platonic relationship, so to speak. So I agreed to go out with him on the condition that we would do nothing more serious than kissing and that we would be separated for any hint of violation of this oath. The boy agreed to this… and here we go.
I was terribly afraid that someone would find out about it. To avoid any mishaps I rented a flat on the edge of town where we would meet in secret and spend time: eating together, playing console games, and just partying. It was true happiness for me.
So we dated for eight months. It was a record for me. It was more than with all the previous guys put together. After that, I was finally convinced that this was my destiny. After all, during that time, he never once even raised his voice to me at ispovedi.com. We did not have a single argument. And, being in his arms, I forgot about all my misfortunes: the abortion, the beatings, and everything else.
During this time no one burned us, and we decided to loosen our conspiracy-we couldn’t hide from people all our lives. So we started walking down the street in the evenings, holding hands and kissing on the bench. And that was my fatal mistake.
The thing is that before me my boyfriend dated a girl of the same age, whom he dumped after we got together. He told me she was a bitch with no brain or conscience. She was always demanding that he take her to places at his own expense, throwing selfish tantrums on him for every occasion, and so much more.
This breakup was a big blow to her pathological ego, and she decided to take revenge.
And that’s actually what this is all about. The other day I was coming home from work and saw her standing in my front yard. When she saw me, she came up to me and showed me pictures and videos on her smartphone of us walking hand in hand, kissing and cuddling with my boy.
I don’t know how she managed to figure us out. I can only assume she had access to his social media pages while they were dating. And she read our correspondence and found out where and when we went out. The girl told me that if I didn’t break up with her ex-boyfriend soon, not only would these materials end up with the boy’s parents and the police, but she threatened to send them to all my friends on social networks. And then nothing good awaits me.
I tried to get through to her, telling her that we loved each other, that we were happy. And that all this will only make him angry. But the girl was relentless and stood her ground. That was the end of our conversation.
It was a real shock to me. I don’t know what to do. I really don’t want to break up with my loved one. But to lose my reputation (and maybe even my freedom) ispovedi.com is not a rosy prospect either.
I ask for some friendly advice.
