After dating my ex for almost a year and having a few problems with her previous sexual exploits, I finally tell her that I am no longer upset about her past. I only really had a problem with her sexual past because she seemed so proud of the fact that she had done all sorts of things with a complete loser who she herself ridiculed daily. She freaks out and says that I must have a problem with it because I brought it up and we break up a few days later. I try to patch things up and talk to her, but she doesn’t want to listen because her sisters and her mother tell her that she was right (she couldn’t do anything without calling her mother). I was very close to her mother and I even came to her for some advice from time to time, but I was betrayed from the inside. I finally get her to meet me for lunch to talk about what happened and that a lot of my friends are upset with her for what she did and that they might play a prank on her (I was depressed for days because I was convinced that I was completely at fault.) After storming out of the cafeteria (we were at college) she goes to the administrative office and puts a no-contact order on all of my friends and I. I had simply wanted to warn her while I calmed my friends down just in case they had already put their prank in motion. I was so distraught by her actions that I had to spend a week in a psychiatric hospital because of major depression and suicidal tendencies. I was so sure that everything was my fault and that I had screwed up an otherwise great relationship that I became the personification of depression. After talking to counselors and many other people, I started to believe that I wasn’t the one at fault and I quickly recovered. I later found out that my ex had anxiety issues and I began to feel sorry for her. I now see her staring at me when I eat at the cafeteria which is REALLY creepy, but at least I know that I’m not the crazy one.
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