Ok, like a month and a half ago, my ex broke up with me. I knew it was coming. A part of me even wanted to call it off myself (we weren't all that close after two months of dating). She seemed uncomfortable over the phone when I told her I had missed her after being on vacation with the family for a week, and she seemed uncomfortable. Then one night later that week that I had returned, she called me and asked her to meet me outside this Subway in between our two houses. I got in my car and raced as fast as I could, the whole time I knew it was coming, I just didn't want to believe it. So I got there, we saw each other, she broke up with me. Woohoo. She said she felt like a terrible person for breaking up with me (really a sweet innocent, normal girl...), I, actually feeling sorry for her tried to comfort her and tell her that it was alright and that she wasn't a bad person for this, and that a part of me felt that this was the right thing to do to (and I did all this without really thinking, me being in a state of shock and all). After we went our separate ways I proceeded to drive around for about an hour with Jimi Hendrix blasting to try and drown out all these feelings. I stopped at a gas station to fill up on gas, and I decided as part of getting over her, I had to delete all my pics of her on my phone. Done (hurt a little but wasn't as hard as I thought it was). I did my best to reafirm in my head that I wanted to call it off too (which I had wanted to for the previous two weeks, though I wasn't quite sure if I was ready to). Anywho, about a week later, I IMed her and told her that I wasn't angry at her and that I still wanted to be friends and that if she didn't want to talk to me, that's alright, but I just didn't want her to think that I was angry at her. After what seemed like an eternity (but was prolly only like 5 seconds) she IMed me back, and thanked me. We talked practically everyday after that via AIM, and she even invited me to come along with her and another friend who had to shop for his dad or something (which I couldn't do 'cause I had work, and she didn't end up going either). Then about a two weeks ago I find out she is dating someone else. Not only that, I had somewhat suspected that she left me for someone else, but based off of what I knew of her, I didn't think she would have done something like that. But I had been noticing little comments on her myspace from this one guy in particular. Finally he, through one of his posts, made it blatantly obvious that they were going out (and she made it obvious too through a number of posts she had made on his myspace). What the fuck?! I thought I was over her and here I am again, feeling more down than ever. I know now that the reason she felt so bad for breaking up with me was 'cause this one guy from her work asked her out. I know we wearn't really getting anywhere in our relationship, and after we broke up I made sure we continued to be friends so that neither of us would feel hurt after that. And I even mentioned to someone that if she had found someone that made her happy, then I would be happy for her as well! So why the fuck do I feel like shit? I mean, I wish she would have told me, though I could understand why she might've been afraid to. Part of me does feel happy for her, but part of me feels betrayed, and for that matter, pretty worthless. I wanted to break up too, why am I jealous?
Your angry because she left you for a guy who she liked more. Your jelous because now she is going to see that guy and not you. Thats what I think anyway.
Well, if she left you for another guy initially, what does that change? She was uncomfortable in situations that should be very relaxing for couples... It's understandable to have jealousy, of course...and it takes time to get over things like this. You feel like shit because she wasn't furthering a meaningful relationship with you, and broke it off for another. But this was on good terms...that's a positive thing here. Maybe continuing a friendship with her isn't going to work out...at least not until you lose your jealous feelings. That's my 2 cents.
