Please Read.Ok, so some people know about my boyfriend. We had been dating since April 6, 2009 and we've been through a lot. But, I wanted to get this story out, not for sympathy or acknowledgment, but to share what I've been through.
April 6- I asked a good friend to ask William Roberg if he liked me. He said yes, came up and told me, and asked me out.
April-August- We had a good easy going months before things got a little complicated in August. We had a huge fight during the State Fair time, and we broke up. Just a couple hours later, that "good friend" that asked him for me in April asked if she could go out with him. She was his ex...went out for not even a week. He later jumped to another girl, only for a week before he came back. I made him earn my trust again and we got back together. (Note: my parents knew we broke up, but never knew we got back together.)
September-November- Easy going times again, but then in November, we were found out about things we shouldn't have done earlier in our relationship, and he was sent off to Lincoln Prairie for about two weeks. He came back, we were confused on how our relationship stood, and he went to another girl named Kenzie.
December-March 18-We got back together (sorry!) and things were going smoothly til March 18. He was sent to Eagle Summit in Missouri for two months, and I was not told anything about where or why he left or when he would come back.
March18-May 28-He was gone for that long, and I was a mess the first two weeks. I wrote him a day-by-day for him to give when he got back. He called three times to talk and got on Facebook to inform me what was happening.
May 28-Present- We were doing good when he got back. Stayed that way until today.
Here's the thing: Willie is borderline bipolar, skitsofrentic (sp?), has had a terrible childhood, and is unpredictable. He's constantly changing his mind and is what my dad calls a manipulator, liar, and so on. (His father committed suicide when he was only 3, and his mom left him in the car at a casino in Vegas. He moved over to Illinois to live with his aunt and uncle who took fairly good care of him, no matter what he says.) And I'm starting to realize he was. He was making me turn from my family who knew what was best. After the October ordeal, we were never allowed to see each other, interact with each other, anything. Yet we still "dated" behind everyone's backs. My friends could see we were a good couple, but we were all blinded. My parents had good reason to deny him. But I kept lying to see him, met up with my friends and him instead of just friends, and abused my parents' love and trust.
I realize that yes, as a teenager, I did love him. But he changed over time, and became a totally different person. He loved me, still does and I him, but I learned. I learned that we were too serious, I could have been easily physically abused as emotionally abused (which I slightly was), and that he's just a person I leaned on to support myself since I couldn't do that myself. I may miss him and my heart may be broken, but he did teach me to rely on myself, and I'm happy that I could at least share a part of my life with him. It's a lesson learned and an important experience learned. I still want to be his friend, and my parents sympathize for him. I love him and won't get over this for awhile, but it's better to go our seperate ways, still be friends hopefully, but move on. I have one more year of high school left then I'm done. I would like to share my future with him, but only God will decide that.