I dated a girl for two and a half years ... from 10th grade to 12th grade.
Her name was Amanda.
She had a twin sister named Shannon.
Both were my friends first.
At first Amanda was just a "girlfriend" ... someone you date.
But then I fell in love with her.
We went to school together at the same high school, and (due to her convincing) took the same classes.
We were a great couple at first.
But time passed and things began to happen.
Her problems began to emerge.
I noticed her extreme obsession with video game characters and certain bands (fueled often by her sister) were not just fangirlish ... they were disturbing and sick.
She would always worry about my intentions were I to ever talk to another girl (and I'm no Brad Pitt), and I lost many friends to her overprotective nature.
Years passed and she became more like a mother than a girlfriend.
We would fight, and things got ugly.
She went psychotic.
On numerous occasions she threatened to break up with me.
Sometimes I cared, sometimes I didn't.
And when the breakup attempts were nearly followed-through, she went emo and threatened to kill herself.
Her sister even got in the fights (or was the cause of them) and caused more drama.
Towards the last few weeks, I couldn't stand to look at her or hear her voice.
I never picked up the phone anymore.
And finally one day, I ended it.
Two months later, she began dating one of my best friends ... who had talked bad about her before.
For the longest time I thought I didn't love her, but I still did.
And her dating my friend ripped me up inside.
That's one of the worst pains you can endure.
And I've endured it for almost a year now.
But thankfully I've found somebody better and sane.
Her name is Megan.
I love her with all my heart, and we've been dating for nearly three months now.
Moral of this story: You can love somebody so much it hurts, lose them, and move on.
Love is precious, but it can lead you the wrong way.
There's somebody out there for you, even if your future looks bleak.
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