I might as well give everyone a rundown of my latest situation.
Early this year, I met a girl named Caty. Very cute in my eyes, extremely talented (music major; opera singer and theatre performer), very interesting style. At the time she was in the middle of a very long relationship -- two years running. We kept on meeting at college parties, and we'd always end up finding a secluded corner to just talk – about everything. We did this for weeks upon weeks. I won't lie, I was falling for her, but I knew it was all trouble considering her longterm relationship. Her boyfriend was a typical Vanderbilt student – sorta fratty, sorta douchey, but still a decent guy all around.
Well, spring break rolled around and I told her I was just going home for the week to see my family. My best friend in Nashville who goes to Vanderbilt is also a friend from my high school in Ohio, so he was coming home for a few days as well. Caty tells me right before that she was going to come to Ohio with the aforementioned friend for a day or so just to see our hometown because she was curious about the Midwest (she's from the OC in Cali). I was really looking forward to showing her around my hometown.
The first day, we hung out at night, went bowling, and drank together. A lot of fun! She was away from her boyfriend so she seemed a lot freer and more open to doing different things. She was staying at my friends house during this, mind you. The next day, my friend went to go run a few errands with his family, and he said it would take like 6 to 7 hours. So I took her from him and hung out with her the entire day, just her and I. We talked a LOT, had a lot of fun, I showed her my high school, my old job, the local hangouts and restaurants, etc. That evening, we had a party at my other friends house for other kids home for spring break. Needless to say, her and I got a bit tipsy and were partners in beer pong. We ran the table. At the end of the night, I offered to drive her back to my friends house just because it was on my way. Before she left, I (because I was a bit tipsy) told her my feelings and kissed her. She reciprocated. She had feelings as well. In retrospect I feel like an asshole for moving in on a girl who was already in a relationship, but it's how I felt. And how she felt as well. We made out in the car for 45 minutes or so. I even let her out and started to drive away, stopped the car, ran out and grabbed her again just to kiss her some more.
Obviously this was a lot to take in for her. She went back to Nashville the next day and broke up with her boyfriend a few days later, something she was thinking of doing for a while. I should've seen red flags everywhere, but I didn't. She told me I wasn't a rebound, and I believed her. I shouldn't have. Everytime we hung out the next few months (which was, like, every night), she would feel sad about her ex and get emotional, sometimes cry. I distinctly remember one night we were fooling around in an open room at a party and she was one hundred percent naked on top of me, crying. It was awkward. I was jealous of her affection towards her ex still, and I would make it known. She told me I was disrespectful for not understanding her feelings. Whatever.
But I just thought this was normal, considering it was a two year relationship. I went home for the summer for a few weeks, as did she. During that break apart, she texts me (NOT CALLS) saying that we were too different and we couldn't work. I was of course upset, because I really liked her and at one point she told me she loved me. I was blind sided. When we got back to Nashville, we still hung out all the time, but under a veil of my anger and resentment of her decisions. Right in front of my face, she started hanging out with fuck buddies. I was pissed and I would tell her, and she told me to get over her. I tried, but couldn't. This continued until school started.
And school did start. And what do you know, she got back with her ex boyfriend. She had told me NUMEROUS times that she never wanted to talk or see him again (he hooked up with one of her best friends numerous times after they broke up). So they're back together, and she wants to stop talking to me as much because she said its bad for everyone that I'm still not over her. I'm trying really hard to do so, and it's getting better, but obviously I'm still bitter and resentful. All my friends seem to side for me but they continually yell at me for even getting in that situation in the first place. I don't care. I just wish she liked me like she used to.
Blah. Take that as you will.