I met this guy two years ago, and it was a wonderful friendship to begin with.
He lives 3+ hours away, but has a lake house local to me. He’s here most of the summer. We have similar hobbies and interests, and I have come to know his parents and many of his close friends really well.
It turned intimate this past summer. It felt great. We have excellent chemistry, which is something I have struggled with with previous partners. We attended concerts and community events together towards the end of summer. We have countless selfies together, I have some of his clothing…
We tell each other that we love each other, that we care about each other. During sex, he has told me “We’re making love.”
We both expressed our desire to be together, but hesitancy to try a long-distance thing.
When summer came to a close, we made arrangements to visit each other a few upcoming weekends. We talked on the phone or facetimed everyday after he went back home, talked fairly seriously about what our relationship was evolving into…
Well… two of those scheduled visits have already passed, and were great… until he drops a bomb on me just last week.
He’s going on vacation, in three days, and another girl has been invited. Oh, and he has also been connecting with this girl for about a month. So yes, when I went down to visit him, they were “talking”. And now, they’re on vacation together.
He told me he “feels terrible, has been torn up about it, doesn’t want to hurt me, doesn’t want to lose me. If we lived closer we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
Sir, you may not have your cake and eat it too. Am I being completely gaslit?
I’m frustrated that he’s been lying to me, and even more so to her. She has no idea I exist. We had sex less than a week ago. And honestly? I’m sad and disappointed in this excuse for a man. Where do I go from here?