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    Note: I fully expect everyone here to be against me, but I swear to God that everything I say here about Melissa is well deserved and 100% true. In fact, I can prove most, if not all of it. I just thought you all should know. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     

    Finally, it's over.

     

    Those who know me know I'm a really nice guy. I normally wouldn't divulge the following information out of respect, but after all I've been through, I no longer have respect for Melissa. I'm just glad I'm finally done with her. When I first got together with her, I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world. At the time, in my eyes, there was no one more beautiful. I thought she was everything I had ever wanted. I should have been wary after everything I heard about her, about all her problems, and her issues. I received so many warnings from her friends, and even her own mother, but I didn't listen. That was mistake ..1.

     

    Before we got into a relationship, she had had problems with methamphetamine. I'm not sure if that was the cause of her mental problems or if it just accentuated them, but she had been treated for psychiatric issues and was even put in jail for drug related problems. Shortly after our relationship began, she went right back to the drugs and then proceeded to cheat on me. Only a few people knew about that, but they warned me to stay far, far away from her. And for a short time, that's what I wanted to do.

     

    However, we started talking again, and she assured me that she had changed. Things went smoohtly for a while. According to her, she had stayed away from drugs, and I believed her. I wanted her off them both for the sake of our relationship, but moreso for her own well being. I truly cared about her, and I didn't want to see her throw away all the potential I thought she had.

     

    We had a few bumps in the road, but for the most part, I got along great with her and her family. Then the problems started. I discovered that her parents, Lisa and steven, are highly irresponsible, irrational, and mentally undereveloped human beings. They would blame everyone else for their problems, and every time Melissa did something wrong, I got blamed for it, even when I wasn't around. Blame turned to criticism and insults. I was blamed for Melissa getting arrested while trying to steal a bottle of liquor, when I wasn't even with her. That evening, after I left, her mom never picked her up as she was supposed to. Her parents went so far as to question my manhood, especially her father, who is such a great man that he regularly gets shitfaced drunk and threatens to (and in some cases actually does) beat his wife. Yeah, he certainly is a fine judge of character. I took the insults in stride and still attempted to treat her family with undeserved respect, just because they were her family. After a while, I had all I could take and I responded in kind. That led to even further shit talking, with Melissa's 2 sisters, Jessica and Stephanie, throwing in their 2 cents when the clueless bitches had no idea what was going on, but rather they just went by what their parents told them.

     

    Melissa encouraged me to simply ignore them, which was difficult, but I tried. She said that we loved each other and that was all that mattered. She assured me that she had elminated all her bad habits and the people who helped encourage them. She even said she wanted to marry me, and we officially got engaged. However, the happiness didn't last long. Melissa is bipolar, among other things, and she continued to make bad decisions that causedproblems in our relationship. I had to constantly guide her along the right path, or try to, and while things were great at times, half the time I felt like I was playing babysitter to a 10 year old child. And truthfully, as far as maturity and responsibility goes, she is about on the same level as a child of that age. I guess she learned well from her parents.

     

    I tolerated more than any other man likely ever would. I was determined not only to make our relationship work, but to make sure she lived a good and happy life. I am far from perfect, but I can say with complete confidence that I was wonderful to her in our relationship, and I sacrificed my ownwell being and happiness at times to ensure that she remained happy. Unfortunately, it was often a one way thing, as she more often than not seeked only to fulfill her own selfish desires. I found out that she relapsed into drug usage atleast once (probably more) and she did some questionable things while drunk, but I begrudgingly let them go after a while. It made me really upset, however, when her only excuses for bad behavior were, "I forgot" and "It won't happen again." I can't even tell you how manytimes she swore she'd change, but after a brief period of everything being okay, she'd just go back to the same old shit.

     

    After month after month of this repeating cycle, I began to question why I was with her, but I still held out hope that I could carry the load for both of us and make it work. I soldiered on at the expense of my health, and sanity. I'd spend days at a time without sleep, worried sick when she'd fuck things up time after time. For a long while, I could not sleep or calm down without taking sleeping pills and/or drinking heavily. I knew it wasn't healthy, but I'm not one to easily give up on a commitment or a person whom I care about. The last couple months of the relationship, from Christmas on, featured even more arguing than usual. I won't say I was never wrong, but 99% of the time, she caused the problems, as other people who were around can attest to. It seemed as though I was the only one who still felt that I should stay with her. People kept telling me I could do better, that I deserved better. Deep down, I felt the same way, but I was afraid to give it up,afraid to face an uncertain future. But sometimes the sure thing isn't always the best thing. From that point on, I came thisclose to leaving her on probably a dozen occasions, but I could never quite do it. I think the fact that she was so damn hot kept me around, as did the sex, even if I was quite a bit more skilled in that area than she was.

     

    About a month or so ago, I was 99% positive that I would be leaving her. I just wasn't sure when, or how I would go about it. We'd go for 3-4 days at a time without talking, by my choice. I told her I either wasn't around or I was sleeping, but in reality, I just didn't want to answer the phone and waste my time talking to her. She was so out of it and just plain stupid at times that I had to keep repeating everything to her and she couldn't comprehend simple concepts. It was frustrating beyond belief.

     

    The last straw came on Valentine's Day. Melissa and I got into another argument over more of her stupid shit, and she made the comment, "I get whatever I want, and I do whatever I want, and nobody can stop me." So I asked her what she meant by that, and if she had done anything she wasn't supposed to. Then, with a fucking smile on her face, she said she went to a club with some of her friends, danced with some guy, and kissed him. At least she said that was all she did. I wouldn't doubt that there was more to it.

     

    I was furious. I let out everything I had been wanting to say about her for a long time, and she has the nerve to ask, "How dare you talk to me like that!" Yeah, right. I had so much rage inside me, that if she was not a woman, I think she would have ended up in the hospital. I truly felt like seriously injuring someone... and that's not something that usually happens with me, seeing as how I'm a very peaceful person. But basically, I ripped the ring off her finger, called her several more well deserved and truthful names, and then she attacked me and scratched me up while I kept pushing her off me. I had originally thought I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this girl, but it turns out the girl I fell in love with was only the person she pretended to be. In reality, she was a liar, still used drugs, probably cheated on me more times than the 2 I know about, and, whether it is from the drugs or she's just naturally that way, she's a fucking moron. It's frustrating for a reasonably intelligent individual such as myself to attempt to carry on a conversation with someone so feeble-minded.

     

    While I am hurt to a point that she cheated on me, my anger at her and relief that it's over far overshadow any pain. I'm actually happier and more confident than I have been in a while, and now I can finally do all the things that I could have been doing had I not been wasting my time with her. Good riddance. Now she can go back to the life she lived before me... Doing drugs, fucking random guys (and to note, she has herpes. Thank God for condoms, otherwise I could have ended up with an incurable illness. However, I got tested, and I am clean.), and she will go from being with a pretty good guy back to the type she used to be with. Her last 2 boyfriends were a 30 year old fat fuck deadbeat dad coke addict and some 17 year old who is in jail for shooting another guy in the back. Highly impressive.

     

    I'm finally free, and I couldn't be happier.

     

     

     

     

     

    Dude, it's good to see you're over her.

     

    And, in completely related MySpace news, the first post in this thread, word for word, can be found on Matt Young's page. Because everyone must know.

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