The "EX"perience

In my early twenties, I was in a serious relationship for about three years. We met towards the end of our freshman year in college. My friends and I went to a neighboring college party where I met her. Something about her intrigued me. I don’t recall what it was, but I do remember someone throwing up on her and I came to the rescue. After getting her cleaned up, we exchanged numbers. In the beginning, like most relationships, things were good. We were getting to know each other and after a short while, we fell in love. Within two years, I wanted to pop the question. Before I did however, I asked her dad for his daughter’s hand in marriage along with consulting her mother and brother. I even asked the dog. They were thrilled and so was I once she said yes.

A year into our engagement, I found out that relationships were a lot of hard work. We moved in together while she was working a full time job along with going to school and I was working part time trying to finish school as well. During our sophomore year of college, our majors changed drastically. She went from wanting to be a doctor to a chef while I changed from wanting to be an electrical engineer to studying business marketing. Eventually, she decided that she wanted to take a semester off and work full time while I was still working part time and going to school. Unfortunately, that dynamic shift in our relationship took a toll on us. Even though I was productive, she felt as if I wasn’t working hard enough. She thought that I should take a year off of college to work full time and to help with the bills. We argued about that a lot. I didn’t want to stop because I was sure about my major and wanted to finish.

 Moving into my junior year of college, I was able to take on a full time job because my class schedules were more flexible. I could work in the mornings and take classes at night. The relationship seemed to get back on track. She enrolled in school again to be a chef. I could see the passion in her eyes when it pertained to cooking. Whatever she learned in class, she would try it out at home. The meals were great and I love it. Things were looking up, however, in my bliss, I didn’t realize that there was someone else moving in. She became more distant and wanted to go out with her new college friends. Most of the times, those outings didn’t include me. I trusted her, but something wasn’t right. She began to lie about who should would be hanging out with and where she would be going. I found out it was a guy from class that she was going out with alone. Angry, I asked for my ring back and to my surprise, she quickly obliged. After that, I never saw her again. Our ending was bitter and still until this day, we have not spoken a word to each other or follow each other on social media. It’s finally all behind me.

Every man has that one woman that broke their heart. The one woman that we were most vulnerable and the most honest with. Our past EXperiences helps shape us to be the men that we are today. Learn and grow from it and then move on.

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