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Hi! My name is Ava, I'm fifteen years old. I would like to share with you a story about a relationship I was in. There will be no happy-ending, but I hope that my experience will be useful for other girls who find themselves in a similar situation. This story is about how my boyfriend used me to feed his hungry ego.
I met him at a party that my high school friend, Emma, threw. Emma is a sociable, energetic, and straightforward girl, who's easy to hang out with. She invited me to her birthday party, where I met my future boyfriend ... however, at that moment, he was Emma's boyfriend. But I did not steal him from my friend! She was more than happy to give him to me.
This guy's name was Martin. And you know, he was the star of this party! He was cute and very active — he made funny jokes, making everybody laugh, he danced really cool, and fooled around with the microphone singing some kind of stupid karaoke songs... And I liked him a lot from the moment I saw him. I approached Emma and shyly asked her to introduce us. Emma giggled strangely and said that he was her boyfriend, but if I liked him, I could take him, and she would be happy to get rid of him. I thought it was a joke, and even laughed politely, although, in reality, Emma's words sounded so strange that I felt awkward and decided to leave the party as fast as possible.
But I did not get far — it started raining, and as I looked for my umbrella I realized that I had left it at Emma's house. I had to go back. And it was there that I witnessed of a very strange scene — Emma stood in the doorway and shouted at Martin: “Get out! I never, NEVER want to see or hear you again, leave me alone! ” After that, Emma went back into the house, and Martin left. When he passed me, his face seemed wet, not from rain, but from tears! He did not even notice me.
After that day Emma and I almost lost touch for some reason. So I did not feel constrained by my friendship with her anymore and decided to make a move on Martin. I found him on Facebook and sent him a private message. He replied and we started writing to each other. We didn’t have a lot of common ground for conversation, but Martin was more than happy to talk about himself, and I was happy to listen to him. Soon we went out in real life, and started a relationship.
I simply adored Martin. I could never imagine that guys, who were ready to devote every minute of their free time to their girlfriend, even existed! Every school day we went for a walk together after classes, we spent all of our weekends together, and in the evenings we texted each other until late at night! I was very glad that Martin enjoyed spending time with me, and when he told me that I was a hundred times better than his ex, I was honestly really flattered. I always thought that Emma was cool, but I was even cooler!
I was almost happy, and at first I did not realize that this perfect relationship also had a dark side — I was getting tired. Because of our texting until three AM, I was always sleepy. I even began to fall asleep during my classes, which caused problems at school. All my friends, one by one, got offended by me because I did not spend time with them anymore. But I just couldn't hang out with them! When I went somewhere with my friends, Martin always called me or texted me, and if I didn’t answer, he would get very upset and say something like he knew that I didn’t need him at all. But that wasn't true! I tried to explain, we'd argue, and then Martin would be sad for a few days and complain that he had headaches. I felt guilty and sorry for him.
In fact, I felt guilty all the time. It seemed that I was always doing something wrong and causing him terrible heartache. Sometimes I could not even enjoy taking a bath, because Martin texted me non-stop, and if I didn’t answer right away, he would call and tell me, with pain in his voice, that apparently he was not good enough for me. Oh, how tired I was! Sometimes Martin started to annoy me, but then I pictured in my head how my boyfriend was laying in his bed, curled up, and unhappy… BECAUSE OF ME! I felt so sorry for him that I tried to fix everything over and over again.
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