Re: my story
I found this forum and I thought it was pretty cool. Since i dont know any of you, i dont mind sharing my story with you guys.
Im a Pakistani living in USA (duhh right). I started dating a white girl 4.5 years ago. She was awesome. She was fun. She as easy to talk to. She was the perfect girl. After 4 months of dating I broke up with her because i knew in my heart that i would not be able to take her to my parents. She knew this, not the breaking up part but the part about my parents. She still wanted to be with me and it just couldnt be. so i had to break it off. After a couple months being away from each other, we started talking gain and it was right back to where we started, but this time we pretended that we are not in an official relationship. We spent the next 3 years together…being together but not really being together. We both knew what we were getting ourselves into but did it anyways. I fell for her…she fell for me…but we never said it to each other…I didnt because it wasnt fair to her. She deserved better. I wanted her to move on, but i thought maybe if i said that i love her it wouldve made things difficult for her. We both knew how much we cared for each other, but as time went along especially towards the end I think she just lost hope that there really wasnt a future of us together. One day came (september of 2014) she told me we should stop this. A week later she tells me she is seeing someone else. It broke my heart. Even though i knew this day was going to come sooner or later it still broke me down. My life was turned upside down. It still sort of is, but im learning to live with it. I couldnt be with her because of my parents. I couldnt do that to my parents (desi parents lol). It was too much to bear on my own so i told my dad one day about everything. About how much i loved her but i let her go and now shes with someone else and its because i didnt want to dissappoint you…She really was the perfect girl. If circumstances were different i could imagine living all my life with her. Shes gone now and Im still here. I have broken all contact with her but she is doing better than me.
Life is a wild ride. It takes us around many different turns. We all run into obstacles, some more challenging than others, but we all have our demons. This was mine.
Like i said i dont know any of you so it wont be shocking if none of you give a crap about this lol but its something i wanted to share.
If you loved her that much, why didn’t you just talk to your parents and see what they would do and whether they would have accepted, instead of just assuming that they wouldn’t accept her? That way you could say to yourself that at least you tried.