please leave some advice.
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My ex boyfriend and I got back together after almost 8 months of just being friends. We didn't date for very long before this, only about 2 months, but we both felt very strongly for each other. Our families just didn't like us. Early December he broke up with me, and I've been a living mess ever since (so has he, sorta). We both gained at least 20 pounds, and our families kicked us out at around the same time in January. We decided in February it would be a good idea to become friends again. We met each other again at a pink triangle support group and we saw each other for an hour and a half every Tuesday. This is still going on. In about April things were getting really bad for me. I was really, REALLY depressed and I lost my job because I couldn't even get myself out of bed. I was suicidal, and the only thing that stopped me was the fact I had him to live for. That he was my friend. How would he feel if I died? On June 24th (2 days ago) we went to this concert together. It ended at 11 am, so we decided it would be a good idea that he stayed at my place for the night (currently renting my friend's basement). That night was amazing. After the high of seeing my favorite band play for FREE, and going home with my crush, I was so happy. We were in my bed talking about how we hated losing each other because the satisfaction of kissing and cuddling was gone. Before we were going to go to bed (at about 2 am) I asked if talking about that stuff was kind of signaling that he wanted to do that stuff with me. He said yes, and I agreed it would be fun.
After a furious make-out session, we talked about how much we missed each other again, and how we felt when we were around each other. We decided to start dating. The next day his friends invited me to a potluck at the beach. I made some cookies and we went. It was so fucking awkward. I have never felt so uncomfortable around him before. We couldn't talk or hold hand because it was so weird. I forgot to mention, that morning before we went, we kind of had sex. So you can imagine why it was a little weird. Around the time my friend was coming to pick us up, I broke down. I was having a panic attack, and I told him I was feeling suicidal. It was like he didn't even care. He just said "oh... no" and every time I said something to do with the fact I felt this way he said "oh, i feel that."
I'm really fucking confused. Please give me some advice.
This sounds like it's going to get super toxic. Break-up. | 3 | |
Stay together, it's only been 48 hours. At least try! | 1 | |
You are not in the right shape to be in a relationship. Break-up. | 2 | |
You need a relationship to keep you going. Stay together. | 0 | |
Stay together, I'll put some advice in the comments. | 0 | |
Break-up. I'll put some advice in the comments. | 0 |