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I've been there twice: once I was a teenager and really didn't know better. I just got tired of his shit finally and made up my mind to put him out of my life. It was hurtful for a bit and everyone we both knew thought it their duty to tell me exactly what and who he was doing for a few months. But I got some new friends and ended up rising above it. He left town, but ended up calling me and asking me to join him after I graduated (as if!). I got to tell him no with not even a twinge of regret.
The other one was about 7 years ago and I was old enough to know better, but still acted like an idiot over the guy who was only fucking with my head for his own still unrevealed reasons. I fell for the stupidest shit where he was concerned, even though I'm a pretty bright and independent person. Then he'd call me with the big apology and begging me to come over--and I'd go every damned time.
Okay, this is going to sound stupid, but bear with me: remember that cute little Adam Sandler/Drew Barrymore movie The Wedding Singer? If so, there was a conversation between those two characters about Drew's lover who, though he had flown across the ocean (or whatever) many times, didn't offer her the window seat for her first flight over it. Well, that's because her lover devalued her. And that's where I was with this guy. He finally got tired of toying with me after two years and left me. Thank God. I didn't think so at the time, but I can now say it: Thank God!
I know you don't believe me, because I didn't when my friends tried to tell me while I was in the midst of it, but there is life after this guy. There is. One day you'll merely be embarrassed when you think of how much you thought you cared for him. You'll laugh at yourself in time over it.
I promise. Now get some sleep and stop beating yourself up. You deserve better and you damn well know it. Do something really nice for yourself before you go to bed and do not pick up that phone and dial it for anything in this world, unless you're calling your mom or sister!
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