Hi everyone, this is my first post, and it is probably going to be a long one. I'll try to keep it as short as possible.
So here is my story. I met my gf in high school. The summer before meeting her, I remember kneeling down and giving the most heartfelt prayer in my life. You see, up to that point I had been so miserable and alone and had absolutely nobody outside my family. Well, I prayed, and once the school year started, I met her. It was pretty awesome and we went out for about a year and a half.
Well, things started to get a little rough, and me being stupid and young, listened to my friends and called it quits, even though she was really heartbroken. However, it took maybe 5-7 days to realize that I made a mistake and I immediately tried to make things right. Well, a lot of crap happened that night... some friends told me where she was and I went there to try to make things better. Turns out some scumbag guy was with her, and a lot of stuff happened and I almost got into a fight with the guy. We worked it out and got back together in a few days.
Fast forward about 9 months, and I find out I have chlamydia. She admits that she had slept with that same scumbag guy from that night. We were both virgins before meeting, and I was heartbroken that she had slept with someone else and ruined that special thing that we had. She told me everything but nothing seems to fit. She says that she slept with him when we were not together, but why did it take me 9 months to get the symptoms of the std? I saw that she had called him on her phone about a month before finding out that I had an std, so it makes more sense that she was sleeping with him then, but she swears that this is not the case. She says she was just calling him because she felt like something was wrong and wanted to see if he had any STDs. Being too weak to use my common sense, I choose to believe her even if it doesn't add up.
It has been a few months since all this happened, and our 3 year anniversary is next month. Things are going great now, and I don't think that I could ever find someone who is more perfect for me. It seems like we were made for each other. But not a day goes by that I don't think of what she did. Every day something triggers my memories and I just see him on top of her and it hurts me more than anything I have ever experienced. I feel like I am on the brink of insanity because these thoughts are in my head and they drive me crazy, but every time I try to break up with her I end up calling her back in an hour because I miss her and don't want to be without her. I just don't know what to do. Can anybody help me?