Love is a very complicated thing
Love is a complicated, painful, and wonderful thing. That’s why tons of songs, poems, and movies have been written about it over the years. The things that you experience when you’re in love can make you do crazy things — even to the point where, when it’s over, you wonder how just caring for someone else made you act in that way at all.
Perhaps nothing in love is more excruciating than being caught up in a love triangle — the person you love loves someone else, and you’re breaking another person’s heart at the same time. Hopefully all will be righted in the end, but that’s not always the case.
These people have first-hand experience with how messy love triangles can be.
The Long Haul
I worked offshore. Knew I was going to be gone for a few months. Girlfriend said she wanted to wait since I was such a great guy. Came back she was same number of months pregnant that I had been gone. We’d always used protection so I was skeptical but supportive. She had the kid, and it was a different race than either of us.
She admitted that while I’d been gone she’d had another boyfriend, then added that she was still seeing him. Acted like it was completely normal, as if it would have been crazy for her to stay alone like she’d offered to.
DNA test. Not mine. Noped the EFF out. Other guy goes to prison a few months later.
She stalked me for decades. Called my parents to find me. Called my grandparents to find me. I would see her around town and she would start following me and begging me to give her another chance.
My grandfather was a missionary in a very strict christian sect. Her calling with a baby crying in the background kicked off an inquiry into the situation and resulted in an “intervention” style family meeting in which I was told that it didn’t matter if the child was mine, it needed a father and I was responsible because I had chosen to be in a relationship with this woman.
I rebelled, and was excluded from family events for a time, but my little sister discovered heroin, and it’s all been mostly forgotten in contrast to that. My grandfather still brings it up when he wants to shame me, but he’s over 90 now.
I eventually moved over 700 miles away. She still calls. Unlisted numbers to this day because of her. She gets the number from family or friends. Last I heard, she has three kids with three dads, never had a job, two of the dads in prison.
I’m her “one that got away.” In some ways, I do feel sad for her, she’s had a rough life. According to her, I was the only guy that treated her well. If she’d reciprocated, who knows…
Our romance was in 1996. I got a message from her on Facebook last month. I didn’t reply. (Siganid)
He and I had been dating on and off for a few years. He met her and dated her on and off. Started dating us both at the same time but then couldn’t decide (he left me for her then left her for me). Us ladyfolk found out and started talking. She and I decided we really liked each other. So we had our own date. We fell in love.
Eventually, all three of us sat down and hashed out every little detail. We called ourselves The Fidget Spinner. Then she left us for her ex and he and I ended up together again. She’s now back and kind of hoping for a second chance, but we’re not sure we want those drams in our life. (smolspicychilipepper)
Just a Pawn
Was dating a guy, he confessed to one of his best friends he liked her. She rejected him, Was mad because I was second choice but forgave him. He still likes her and she messes with him. They fight because she doesn’t want me around.
They become friends again, I dump him. He admits to never loving me, was in it for the act of a relationship. Now he is all over her, and she still plays him. I’m here sad because i loved him. (Cherrychemicals)