What Happened?

The moment you realize he will never love you for who you are is most likely the worst moment of your life. When he tells you that you are fake, rude, and your own friends agree with him is going to be the exact moment your heart stops beating and you understand how precious air is to your lungs. You will realize that no matter how often you defended him to everyone you know, how many times you cleaned up after his rye fueled tantrums, how you never stopped loving him when he screamed at you, how he sided with people who used him for his zip code and you STILL stood by and defended him, how you cleaned his house while he f*cked around with his bike/yard/boat/booze/loser friends/user friends/idiot roommate even though you pay someone to clean your own as you are allergic to dust (just like your momma), how he wouldn't/couldn't sleep with you no matter how foxy you were, he would never, ever, love you and want to be with you. You will be amazed at the amount of salty tears and endless snot that your face can produce. You will be angry, sad, happy, proud, panicked, drunk, crushed, and devastated. You will scream. You will blow your nose on the cute shirt you are wearing. You will think about the two, yes, two entire years you wasted trying to get him to love you for who you are. You will reminisce about the awesome year you dated before the two wasted ones. 

The whole time you were trying to please him and his Crown Royal habit the world was still spinning. Life was happening. You were invited to a shit load of weddings you didn't want to go to. You went to most of them. You enjoyed a few. You caught a bouquet, you avoided a few, you wanted them all...

After countless heart fractures and lectures from EVERYONE to stay away from him, the one question that remains is this: What happened???

Shit went sideways. 

No matter how much you love someone, you can't make hem love you back. You can love their family, the man who they could be, and the idea of your life together, but you can't do all the work and make it happen.  Relationships are a two way street. (Usually with construction and shitty flagers)

Somewhere in your relationship, he decided you weren't perfect. F*ck does that hurt!! How could he not love a superfox like you?? But he says he does, but he hears this from his super cool friends that you said something to someone that they thought that so and so wouldn't like, so he doesn't want to be with you now, but people can change, so maybe one day... Wait... WHAT??? Really??? NO! Get out. I don't want to be friends with you!

So where does one go from here? Great question. All I know is I often wake up wondering "What Happened?" and fall asleep alone knowing one day it won't matter.