I turned 20 today. Nothing too special. And all I want is for my ex to confess that he still loves me. Here’s the story.
Fall last year I started dating this guy named Nick. Nick has a son named Jack. I fell head over heels in love with them both. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life loving them. Jack was the greatest little guy. Nick was a wonderful guy. We were happy. Really.
He was the first guy I ever spent the night with. I was there all the time. Making dinner for them, baking them cookies and other goods. I did dishes, laundry and took care of them. It was wonderful. Perfect.
When he very abruptly broke things off I was devastated. How had things gone so wrong?
Yesterday, I had texted him for the first time since we ended things. A lot has happened since then. I got pregnant(while on birth control), and decided to keep the baby. He congratulated me, and then told me why we actually broke up.
I had dated his friend, Dennis, in my Freshman year of high school. Dennis was threatening to drop Nick as a friend if he didn’t drop me as a girlfriend. Dennis was engaged when Nick and I dated, and it was four and a half years after our short relationship. He really had no reason to be so upset about Nick and I.
I don’t know. I just wish things with Nick and I were back to normal. I still love him.