Search Search. Menu Sections. QI'VE been living a no-win scenario for the past few months. I'm going through what must the worst case of unrequited love ever. I am deeply in love with a woman who can now only be described as a "slut". She takes offence at this description, but then goes on to do the things that only a slut would do. She started working a year ago in the restaurant where I work, and I slowly fell for her. One night she was drunk and asked me to kiss her.
I did, and from then on followed three months of total bliss. We were so good for each other and she meant the world to me and I loved to make her laugh. I felt I had met my soulmate. One problem though: She was, and still is, living with a guy whom she claims to love, but whom she continually cheats on once she has drink in her. She is a compulsive flirt, and messes with her hair all the time, wanting all the guys to look at her.
I get angry when she does this. In fact, I feel she does it just to make me angry. It's working. She means the world to me - but of late, things have gone from bad to worse.
I've done loads of things to try to get back in her good books. On her birthday, she hated me with a passion, but I still went ahead and bought her a birthday present. She wasn't one bit appreciative. The following week, a relative of hers died and I attended the funeral. When I approached to sympathise, she turned to stone, even though she wept in the arms of other friends. Recently, I have become more and more angry at her flirtatious nature.
And I'm angry too at the fact that even though she is cheating on her boyfriend - who, incidentally, is also cheating on her - it's not him she's hurting, it's me. Their relationship exists purely as a convenience. I treated her like a princess, but I guess I got too possessive. I've cried so many nights over her, and I don't see this trend ending soon. I just can't get her out of my head. We exchanged some spiteful texts a while ago that really cut deep.
