...I can't play more than about 2 lines of music before have to stop.
I think of all the heartache I went through before I met my wife, and in hindsight, I shouldnt have put myself through it.
After my performance last night I confronted her about it. She said she didn't know what to do. So I told her I was just done with it and that it was unfair and I wanted to be done with it. So I broke it off with her. Apparently she needed that to realize I was worth more than the other guy. She broke it off with him,
After my performance last night I confronted her about it. She said she didn't know what to do. So I told her I was just done with it and that it was unfair and I wanted to be done with it. So I broke it off with her. Apparently she needed that to realize I was worth more than the other guy. She broke it off with him, she and I blocked his numbe r out of her phone so he can't make contact with her. He is very abusive and very manipulative, I'm not sure if he isn't actually a psychopath. I'm a tad concerned for her safety from him. So I've told her parents. They are gonna try to keep him away.Things will be weird between she and I for a bit, but I think we can work through it. If not, I always have my main man's music to play. Playing something deep and dark is usually very therapeutic for me.
You did the right thing........I think...........but I really really hope you're interpreting this correctly. She's just immature, as are we all at that age, and she's learned something about priorities and treating people right.I see another possible way to look at it, hope I'm wrong.Basically you're a nice guy and the ex is a jerk. She gravitated to him because some girls (and guys) are attracted to jerks, for self destructive reasons. When you tried to break it off, you were in effect acting like a jerk, and that lured her back. This cycle will continue, because you aren't the kind to act like a jerk for long. But others are.
Dude going to a concert with that state of mind is a no-no.Also Rach is right.
Haha that was almost a year ago but yeah I should've taken his advice. Things had been shaky the past couple of weeks anyway.
Cabbynum,First of all, you don't love her - you're just infatuated with her. Love is not an emotion. Love feels like the way you feel about your mom, not the romanticized version you see in Disney movies.Second, she doesn't love you nor does it sound like she's infatuated with you. What it sounds like is that she has emotional needs that cannot be met.Thirdly, and this is the most important point and relates directly to the second point, we accept what we think we deserve.Good luck
Faulty, This was all from last summer, in America it's about to be summer again. There were times I truly did love her. There is no need for you to be such a negative nancy. Towards the end we both drifted more and more apart. And I became a bit too engrossed in piano...
Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with you guys?
No, Schwartzer, you don't. You see, Faulty here is an expert. He knows that, because he had a terrible teacher when he was younger. He now knows he had a terrible teacher, learned from it, and became an expert. The same goes for everything, actually.He probably had a bad relationship in his youth, with his cousin or sister/mother. Instead of being grossed about that, Faulty became an expert in this subject too.So don't you dare, young man, questioning his authority! If you do, he's simply going to prove to you what an expert he actually is. Not by giving any proof, but by telling you. Since he's an expert in internet, he knows that he's doing it right.
I can vouch for his expertise, and you can trust me because I'm a pianist/engineer
I can't tell if you're being serious...
Isn't it funny or ironic how there are certain people who troll around and turns the topic into something else that has nothing to do with this thread and totally derailing it?Infatuation is a very strong emotion that is often confused with love. The moment you said "there were times..." strongly indicates this. Infatuation can be seen by outside observers because of certain characteristic behaviors (e.g. lovey-dovey stuff.) These strong feelings last up to 4 years and a chemical, oxytocin, appears to be the culprit. Over time, your brain will respond less and less to her by producing less and less oxytocin.And are you really 17? Regardless, even middle-aged women who watch too many romance movies confuse infatuation with love because it is labeled "love". That's like growing up being taught that the sky is polka dot and then someone tells you "it's blue", and yet you insist it's polka dot. I'm telling you it's not polka dot, it's blue. You're infatuated with her and do not actually love her. Although saying, "I love her", sounds a lot better than, "I'm infatuated with her."Are you really 17? So you don't have much experience in this area. With experience, you'll know the difference and with effort, you may be able to exert control over your thoughts and feelings.
I speaking from the perspective of 1) experience, and 2) psychological research.
Both of which really are quite narrow views...If you could show us that you do acknowledge the limitations of those viewpoints instead of giving the impression that you are stating universal scientific truths, you would have much more credibility.
Why're we still discussing love or infatuation or lust etc in here? It is completely off topic now, we should be badgering Cabbage here to share the dirty stuff with us.The whole debate can be settled with one question:If love is gently wiping créme residue from your cheek, lust is like 'I gonna use you like a fast food napkin' consult your nearest feeling booth and depending on the results arrive at your own conclusion.
So what happened between the two of you in the year since?
Your name/nickname is actually Cabby? Is she also a pianist and a member of this forum?Was it something you did or something she did?
Cab is my initials, Bynum is my last name. So I just shoved the 2 together. We both made some mistakes.
No, sorry. You're wrong again. Faulty said your name is Cabby, therefore, it's Cabby. Welcome to the pianostreet, Cabby Num.Gosh, at least get your name right!
Don't be a dick/jerk/*** please.
You'll remember this!My advice would be to do nothing. Just stand by, be cool and don't confront her about her dalliance. Take comfort that he was her ex before and may still return to that status.
Let me add to be careful about not fall into the trap of becoming like an adviser. Keep up the romantic side.
Funny the only other person to ever call me cabbage is my dad haha