Any chance you can share your story man? Hearing from people that have gotten through it helps a lot.
Heh. It's been years and honestly I spent a long time trying to forget so some of the details are a bit fuzzy. But this thread has me feeling sympathetic so here we go.
Upon waking up one day I went to check my email only to find my GFs gmail account open. She was still asleep and had been up super late so the inbox was still open. The first thing I saw was "I miss you too" from some dude she grew up with. That would never have rang alarm bells and I would have closed the tab; however, I recognized the name as a dude who she described as an asshole who always made her feel like shit for not dating him. "That's strange" I said to myself as I clicked the email. That email was a reply to her email which said something like...
"I miss you and I wish I was sleeping next to you tonight."
Sudden nausea and sadness consumed me. I woke her up, she cried and explained that she missed home and nothing would ever happen because he is so far away. A lengthy conversation ensued about my future suspicions every time she visited home, asking her why she lied about the nature of her relationship with him and why she always characterized him as an asshole. She reassured me that she loved me and she will make sure I know this won't happen again.
Things took time to get better but a few months later they were good again. My trust in her was damaged, but it was healing. Then one night she said a friend of hers knew a guy who was moving here and he wanted to go out. Her friend was working that night so asked my GF to take him out for a drink or two. My GF said to call her when I got off work and I could join them. I call she doesn't answer. I go to bed.
I look at my phone in the morning. No missed calls. I call again, no answer. She finally calls back around 7pm and tells me what a good time they had and they drank and danced until the bars closed. I'm thinking, that's a little fucked up but just said "I would have liked to join you, why didn't you call?"
"Idk we were just having a really good time."
She broke up with me that night. After 4 years.
I was really good to her, showed her affection, helped her through school, helped her through some really hard financial and family issues.
I was shocked, depressed and handled the breakup super poorly. That was on me, though.
Sorry for the novel.