A year ago I dated a guy with ''issues''. He's messed up. He told me so much awful stuff that had happened to him and I cared about him so much, but his problems got the better of him and we finished. I hated seeing him the way he was. After we broke up we stopped talking, which really upset me as we had been good friends before. Things started to get really bitter bewteen us, except in the summer we got on really well. When we got back to school we stopped talking again and things just got worse and worse which really confused me as I thought that after the summer we'd go back to being friends. He bitches and slags me off all the time and I don't deserve it. I never did anything to him. I was there all the time. I was the best fucking girlfriend he could have asked for. I practially carried him home when he was drunk. He cried infront of me. I ressured him all the time. When we broke up I worried about him so much and told him I'd always be there. I went out of my way to help him when I didn't have to.
I should hate him for the way he treats me now but I just pity him. He's so pathetic and I don't mean that in a he's so sad and pathetic because he has no life kind of way, I mean it in a he's got a pathetic excuse for existance. He can't ever get past things and he can't let go.
What's worse is we share a lot of mutual friends and his best friend is also one of my clostest friends, who I now rarely see outside of school becuase a) me and the ex can't spend time together, so group things where we're both involved are out the question and b) the girl my friend is with doesn't like me as, about 4 months ago he was basically in love with me and told her that he didn't want her but wanted me even though she was crazy about him.

I feel better now... Sort of.