I met the love of my life almost four years ago, and now he finally realizes that he wants to be with me. But let me explain from the beginning. It will be long so bear with me.
When we met we were freshman in college, and we clicked really well but he had a girlfriend and only wanted to be friends....I was happy to be his friend but I did not make it a secret that I wanted more. I felt like I was in love with him.
He cheated on his girlfriend (with a different girl) and they broke up, but he still did not want to be with me romantically. I always felt like there were sparks, but nothing physical happened between us until the summer after our freshman year, when I went to see him and we hooked up a few times. I was really excited because I thought we were going to have something serious and this is what I had wanted all year long.
I was really excited and exercised really hard and was looking good by the time we got back to school. However, I quickly realized he had no intention of dating me - he hooked up with someone else the first week, and he started dating another girl a few weeks later. Their relationship only lasted a few weeks and wasn't that serious. That girl was annoying, anyway.
So anyway, they broke up and again I told him how much I wanted to be with him and he agreed to an open relationship. I was really happy. A few weeks later he realized he really did want to be with me and it was a closed relationship. But he was crude and immature and even though I loved him it hurt me to be with him so I broke up with him in late October.
He had sex with one of my good friends that night. But then in the next few days he told me how miserable he was without me and how much he wanted to be with me, and part of me wanted to be strong and not take him back because he had been a bastard, but another part of me loved him and could never see him hurt.
Needless to say I took him back. We stayed together for almost a year. It was a great relationship and I was happier than I had ever been. He was really sweet to me and really cute, plus we had SO much in common in terms of, well, everything. I really felt like we were soulmates and going to get married. He got along really well, with my mom too, and she really liked him. I met his parents as well but they didn't like me as much, although I figured I would grow on them. Parents aren't supposed to like their daughter-in-law, anyway!
There was the one problem of him cheating on girlfriends in the past and him being very flirtatious. I would get jealous sometimes, and I thought there was something going on between him and one of our mutual friends. He denied it, and I decided I would show him I wasn't jealous by trying to hook up with her myself. It was a dumb decision in hindsight. He said that was the beginning of the end, and the relationship just went downhill from there. He broke up with me a bit later.
I was very upset, but I figured we would break up and get back together like we used to do. At first I wanted him to think I was fine without him. We had a housewarming party later that week and I tried to be really happy so everyone would think I was fine, but I got drunk and bawled my eyes out over him. How could he do this?! I loved him!
We continued to be friends and he would come over occasionally and we would talk. We clicked so well and I was definitely still in love with him. But he said really mean things about me behind my back and told all our friends how happy he was that he didn't have to deal with me anymore and how miserable I had made his life. One time I got into a car accident and I was in the health center and I really just wanted him to be there with me. I sent him a text message hoping he would come but when he got it he laughed and told his friend I was a needy bitch and needed to move on.
He was a jerk but I know it was true love because despite all this I still loved him. Or it may have been because no other guy wanted to be with me. Regardless, I told him I still loved him in December when he was drunk and hoped that he would return the feelings but he just left when I told him that. Damn.
The next semester I guess he got really horny or something because he started looking everywhere for ass. He made out with at least a dozen girls and then started dating someone, although he maintains it was just for the sex. Once around this time he asked me a question about my sex life and I told him that I wasn't going to tell him because I didn't want to know anything about his - if I convinced myself he didn't have one maybe I could convince myself he was still in love with me.
We were friends on and off, sometimes talking frequently sometime not for weeks.
Then, the beginning of next semester I was abroad and he told me he was seeing this other girl. She was way more attractive and smarter than me. It hurt because although he had been seeing girls before, he hadn't had a serious relationship since me, and I always hoped he would come back to me. But they dated for awhile and he would hold her and tell her he loved her and all that jazz- he probably used all the same lines he had used on me. I know he didn't respect me or our relationship during this time - he always told her how annoying I had been and how he had been embarrassed to go out with me. He also told her all sorts of things I had told to him in confidence and was a real bastard about them - for example, he laughed at the irony when he jokingly told her about the irony that my therapist died while she was counseling me about my childhood friend's death. How could he be so insensitive?! And once they were talking about sexual assault and he said that he didn't believe I had actually been assaulted because I wasn't attractive enough. How could he say that?!?!
Despite it all, I still loved him. We still talked occasionally online, and one night, while he was still dating her, he was slightly tipsy and we were talking and he realized that he had loved me all along and that he wanted us to be together. I was shocked and surprised and happy all at once! He wanted to be with me! He broke up with the other girl the next day and told me he wanted to be with me again. It's like everything I wanted in the last 2 years is finally coming true!! But I am a bit hesitant because I consider myself to be a strong feminist and don't need a guy to be happy, especially not one who treats women and in particular me, the way that this one does. But I honest to goodness love him and think we will get married someday. Should I take him back??