I wrote a post just before, but it didn't send unfortunately. Basically, obviously there is something wrong with me. I have paid attention to everything you guys have said here. Some of you have said that the whole story doesn't seem to be written. I have tried my best to be detailed.
When she bit me, the day she bit me, it was on valentines day. A girl had snapchat texted me, a girl she knew that use to like me. She was just a friend, and even had a boyfriend. She had told me to delete her and not talk to her but I didn't. When she saw she texted me she freaked out and grabbed my phone. This then led to her not giving it back until I had enough and tried to grab it back, she kicked, punched, and then ending up biting me on my shoulder. Through this, I explain it because maybe she thought I was cheating on that there was another girl, and she acted in a way which was over the top?
One thing I did realize is that, in a way I was her show pony. At her gala at her school, when it was just her and I, she would look at me and say 'why do you have to look like that', 'who smiles like that in a fucking picture', 'can you walk straight like a normal fucking human being'. And the moment her friends came by, she would start hugging me, cuddling me, kissing me, as if I was a trophy of hers. I realized me texting her friends showed her I wasnt that guy, they probably all think I am a creep or whatever, and therefore why would she want anything to do with me. I just realized all her friends unfriended me on social media, snapchat, instagram...
It hurts. And yet in a fucked up way I still miss her, and think I could do something. Harvey spectre says that there is always a way, when someone has a gun to your head, you pull out another gun, a bigger gun, you run, you hide, you have options. I must have options. This summer she will be five minutes from my house in Europe, where we met... do you understand that, five minutes. Do you not get why I think she would message me or otherwise. I go through spells where I want to text her and tell her I miss her, and then moments where I read all your posts and think jeezish what a c*nt. I saved all your messages, to re read and re read. And yet I still blame myself because of how the relationship ended. Do you not see, I messaged her friends, I took it outside the relationship, I painted a picture that maybe she was cheating on me, even through everything she did to me, that must have been a huge slap in the face to her.
I moved to America for her, I live in a shitty fucking town, a shitty fucking place, I went out last night and realized girls are sluts, 1) dancing up on each other in clubs barely wearing anything 2) she will be doing the same thing, moving on, flirting with guys. If she hasnt already.
I know you said there is no closure, the only closure I can get is me moving on. But no - I was with her for two fucking years almost, can you not show you miss me, or give me a goodbye conversation. When I first messaged her after the break up all she said was 'WE ARE NOT TOGETHER I OWE YOU NOTHING, stop talking to me and move on'. Just like that. How fucking cold can you be, how brutal can you be.
some of you asked for her pictures, I guarentee she is gorgeous, a girl on sports scholarship, blond hair blue eyes, amazing skin, amazing ass and body, 5 ft 8, funny and witty, such smooth skin and just like a breath of fresh air honestly. People always use to tell me how pretty she is and asked me if she modelled.
I feel absolutely helpless, but I want to better my life. Bought a new computer, camera, I want to do things, but inside I feel empty, and still blame myself.
Ill attach the picture below of her bite marks.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dV8qatk3OY