Love made me blind..

Our not so picture-perfect story began when we were in college (I was a sophomore and he was a first-year senior). He was in the parking lot getting picked up to be shuttled to the frat party (oh, college).  We were introduced that night, but nothing came of it until we started seeing each other out more and more. I was in a not-so committed two-year relationship, and something about him kept me wanting more. The way he dressed, talked, his whole demeanor was so attractive to me that I finally gave in to temptation. We had a rocky start with  the whole 'talking' phase and no one is really sure of the limits/boundaries, yet always seem to push them too far.


About 6 months into our relationship, it was my 21st birthday, and he made me feel like a million bucks. He went into my dorm and decorated my mirrors with sayings in all different languages, and at the bottom it read 'In any language, you're beautiful.' On the bed, were daisies (my favorite flowers), a Guess wallet, a bottle of Grey Goose, and a Gucci watch. My heart melted.


We've hit quite a few bumps in the road, and we hit a mountain this summer, and after 3 years, they're all starting to add up and take a toll on the relationship. We broke up this summer for reasons I will leave unsaid, but after 3 months of trying with him, I met someone new. It was like love at first site, and we very quickly had this connection I can't explain, but it was absolutely amazing. Conveniently, my ex wanted me back when I started dating someone else, and I bounced back and forth between the two men for about 3 months until I had to make a choice (their words, not mine). I chose my ex. To me, I was choosing a relationship I had already put so much effort in and I wanted to prove that we could make this work. We've been back together for about 3 months now, which in the grand scheme of things is nothing, but here we are.


We don't get along all the time, but who does? Needless to say, the bickering is starting to wear on both of us. My question is.. when is enough enough? When do you count your losses, and stop fighting a losing battle? That's exactly what I feel like we're doing right now. I feel like we've both made mistakes, can take them as lessons learned, but we need to move on. Easier said than done. I've planned my life with this man. He's already started saving for a my ring, a our house, we have our children's names picked out, and the list goes on. He's hurt me more than anyone, but has also made me the happiest girl in the world. We have the same goals in life, but to be honest I don't believe that there's one person made for you. I think you can make it work with a lot of people, but it's the letting go I've never been too good at.