It's been 3 weeks since the worse day of my life. I had been without my boyfriend for 4 month. We spent 5 months together in Spain studying abroad and he decided to spend the summer in Europe while I came back to the states to work. We discussed whether we should break up or not and we both decided that the best thing would be to stay together. I wasn't happy with the thought of being without him for so long, but since I loved him and we had been together for so long (almost a year and half at the time), I would deal with it. So, we had planned that he would travel around Europe and come back to the states 3 months later and I would fly out to see him in NY. So, the time came for me to buy my ticket to go see him and he decided that it wasn't such a good idea because he didn't like the thought of me spending so much money to go see him. I was heart broken because the whole summer I had been excited about going out there to be with him. So, I was bitter about it all, but decided I would have to wait another month to be with him. Well, one night I went out with some friends and ended up meeting a guy. I was drunk and horny but stood my ground and didn't go further than kissing him. Later on I felt so guilty for what I had done, but kept talking to him and later ended up sleeping with him. I was torn because I loved my boyfriend so much, but also couldn't deal with the fact that he had such a big problem with me flying out to see him like we had planned. So, I decided to wait until saw him to decide if I was going to tell him what I had done. So, the day he got back into town we slept together and things were going good. I knew I had made a mistake sleeping with that other guy. Well, the next day I had gotten a call from my doctor (I had gone in for my annual gyno visit a fews days before) and she told me that I had chlamydia. At was so devasted and I knew I would have to tell my boyfriend because that meant that I had given it to him. So, I told him and he was livid (understandably). He broke up with me and told me to never come see him or contact him again. So, 3 weeks later and after many emotional breakdowns and angry calls from him, I'm attemping to go on with my life and learn from all this, but it's so hard because I've lost my best friend and someone I was hoping to be with for a long time. I'm planning on seeing a therapist for the anxiety and depression that I'm going through. I know this was long and I appreciate those of you that have read this far. If anyone has some advice or words of inspiration I would love to hear it. Thanks.
