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Tales of a 💔Broken Heart 💔


I met my boyfriend at the cinema, We were talking for a year and a half, And I legitimately loved him so dearly, about three weeks ago. I noticed his profile pictures on what's App kept changing. The first time it was this girl who was using a Snapchat filter, I immediately said something like “who’s that?” And he just blatantly ignored me.

And was like “Cmon you can’t be serious?” He said she was an old friend. Whatever, I forgot about it. And thought maybe it was just a misunderstanding. Like two days after he changed it to a zoomed in picture that looked like someone's ass in underwear, it wasn’t me, at all. Now before all of this, I was asking him to communicate with me better.

I knew he had a job, and he was non stop working, but that is not an excuse, to not have time for me at all. We were arguing for about three days, three days turned to a week. I have been non stop crying myself to sleep. And he texted me a few days after and we were still arguing, he was telling me “I’m crazy”.

And that I make myself believe anything,The next day, there was a cropped photo, with an heart emoji and the words that said “ago”. That’s all I could see. But clearly someone was messaging him or calling him in a specific time frame.

I soon saw that he changed it to some girl posing with her shirt lifted up in the mirror, this was clearly not from a ‘website’, it was clearly someone taking it from their phone. An Android phone. I have an iPhone and I certainly didn’t send him a picture like that, This was all over the course of our argument.

 With me being angry and jealous. I start asking “are you cheating on me?” and he tells me “lol” “I shouldn't ask him such question”.

He tells me that I degraded him all the time and that I never cared. But I did! I was always there for him, no matter what, He told me that “he could care less about me” and that “I’ve changed” and that “I’m crazy”. I stood by him through tough times, We have told each other EVERYTHING.

Now I am so heart broken, because I want an answer, I want to know what I did wrong? Throughout our argument, I did say spiteful and mean things. But that was out of pure anger. And with me, STILL being more mature, I went back and apologized.

He won’t even acknowledge me being his Gf, He said “he’s not talking to me because I am asking dumb questions”.

 But I have been calling his phone non stop, I also found the girl that he used for his profile because I was searching through his followers. I’m not sure , If I’m crazy. But I losing sleep over this.

 I just want to know, why? I keep asking but I’m pretty sure I am blocked on everything,

I have been losing sleep over this. What if he doesn’t ever come back? And why is he ignoring me? I mean yes, I have been going overboard, but I can’t stop.

When I’m alone I feel the urge to text him, and he doesn’t read one message! One message I send turns to 20, I’m just so upset. Can someone tell me, I’m not crazy?

                    
"It takes One to know One, Love is a commitment made by Two, move on dear, you would surely find the Reflection of your Soul."


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