Over five years ago I was in love with this guy named Gus. We had been on/off for over two years; it was the first "real" relationship I had ever been in...
Let me tell u about our relationship. We were young, in our late teens. It was lust at first sight. On our second date he asked me to be his girlfriend. We made out on red lights and stop signs, and pretty much anytime we got a chance. Everything seemed to fit. We spent as much time as possible together. Slowly growing up together but he changed. Things changed. I started to change my ways too because of him. No more makeup and my low cut blouses were replaced by big shirts. He'd say things like "you're guy friends only want to sleep with you" or "you shouldn’t go out with her, I don’t like her. She's a slut.". He didn’t like my best friend. We'd fight but nothing too big, plus I was in love, so I thought he just wanted to protect me from the world. Was this normal? I don’t know. I had complete trust in him.
We kept growing up, but he drifted left and right and two years later he was out of love for me. I remember sitting in his truck crying as he said "I don't love u anymore". It stung me so deep in my heart; you could have heard it shatter on the ground. Yet it didn't end there. We continued to see each other, sleeping together, and hanging out like those words were never spoken. I pretended it didn't happen. I ignored the calls from other girls, the mysterious friendship he had with one of my so called best friends, anything just to be with this guy. What made him so amazing to me? I don't know. He was good to me at times. Other times his jealousy was too much and he would say mean things to me about my appearance, bringing my self esteem way down. I was this weak girl in his life who he didn't want to let go of, but sure as heck didn't want to be with. It was sad.
Gus bought me nice things, but it went both ways. I did so much for him. He slowly broke my spirit and my fun nature and isolated me from girl friends, family and my guy friends. Yes we were broken up. In fact the fights continued as though we hadn't. Our fights would escalate and he'd threaten me or hit a wall. Every time it was my fault for making him mad. I remember shopping with him at Target as we normally did as a "couple" and his phone rang. It was a girl asking who I was and why I was still in his life. I walked away upset, but then I came back to him-something I should have never done. He locked me out of his truck and told me, "don't you ever walk away from me again!!!! I will go to your house and find you and *&^%^%#$#@%" he hit the steering wheel hard with his fist. I jumped back too scared to cry or move or talk. After this I knew I had to let him go but I couldn’t. I don’t know why.
I was attached not only to him but his family.His family loved me and I loved them. I thought about it for too long to leave-but nothing worked. He was my addiction and he knew this. He worked me so well, blindfolding me to reality... He'd cry and say things to me that made me feel like I was the bad person... Then it happened. My daddy got worse in the hospital. I rushed over from work and was the first to arrive. I was crying so hard. He ignored my texts and calls. His co-worker eventually answered and told me he had forgotten his phone in the work van. Bullshit. I called and called. No answer. Meanwhile I'm hearing that my daddy wasn't going to make it. Wow I'm laying here crying about this right now -my daddy died the next day-and he was with another girl that weekend. Gus showed up to hug me after his weekend with that girl named Monica he was seeing on the side. Not only did he show up days later, he was upset one of my girl friends was there, because he didn't like her. He didn't show up for the wake or the funeral but his mom did. She told me "mija u should be with someone who's there for u through good and bad." She told me not to make the same mistake she made. After countless hours of talking to her during my relationship to Gus, I didn't understand it until that moment. She was right.
It hit me all at once. My daddy's death opened up my eyes to so much. A big part of me died that year, but another part started to live again.
Reality stepped back in and I slowly but surely moved on.
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