I fell in love for the first time at 17. It was the type of love you fall into only your very first time: no baggage, no cares, and that feeling you feel in your head and your heart is the only thing that matters. I wanted to give him everything, and I did my best. He got my time and attention, my unwavering support, and I was more than willing to give him my future.
Unfortunately, all of this was one-sided.
He treated me like dirt for a long time. It was your typical “girl falls for the jerk” situation. If anyone was nearby, I didn’t matter any more. I was ridiculed, laughed at, and worst of all ignored. In private, it would be different and he would be a bit better, but only until someone walked by. A switch would flip and I was back to feeling like a worthless idiot. He broke up with me for a few months for no real reason, but then he came into my dorm room one afternoon, drunk as hell, and told me how much he missed me. Because I was foolish, I took him back. Who was I to care if he was sober or not?
The thing about dating jerks is that, while they treat you shitty on a regular basis, the nice things they do for you mean a lot. They will make fun of you in front of their friends, but pick you up a candy bar at the gas station. When you’re stupid like me, you think that candy bar means that he loves you and he didn’t really mean it when he called you stupid earlier.
He treated me like dirt, but I told him I loved him almost a year into our relationship. Surprise: he didn’t feel the same. While some jerks tell you what you want to hear, but this one didn’t. Aside from the day he stumbled into my room to try to get me back, he never said anything to imply he cared about me. He would do nice things once in awhile, but he never said anything to indicate how he felt about me. And, of course, I never asked.
We dated for over 2 years, and he got better as time went on (maybe I finally grew on him). At one point, I found myself looking for a new job. We were living over 2 hours apart from each other at that time, and I suggested I look for something in his area. The “NO” left his mouth very quickly. He did not want me looking for employment in his area. Absolutely not. I don’t think I can convey quite how much that hurt.
I finally stood up for myself and said that I couldn’t do the long distance relationship any more, and if the only job I could find was 2.5 hours away, we would have to say our good-byes. A month later, we were over.
For some reason, I’ve been thinking about him the last few days.

