Usher - Somebody To Love (Remix Feat. Justin Beiber)
Fun remix to Somebody To Love! It’s kinda catchy as I’ve been listening to it all morning. I already liked the original with the Beebs, the first remix where it was with both Beebs & Usher, now this one! They’re really milking this song as much as they can. But THAT’S OKAY.
My ex and I separated after 6 years and 11 months. It is 2 days from a month but anger and pain keeps coming out.
I understand that relationships take work. People can fall out of love. People can be swept off their feet. Shit happens.
Someone is always gonna get fucked. I was fully loyal, committed, faithful, the whole entire time. And so was she, for about 6 years.
This last year, I wasn’t the best boyfriend: I had 2 classes, 2 low paying jobs, and was exploring interests such as eating well and rock climbing. She started to develop new hobbies too. She spent most of the winter weekends on the slopes. And lots of her nights going out: drinking, drinking, drinking, and some dancing.
But I trusted her. I wanted her to be happy while I was being super busy. She wanted to make new friends. I totally supported that. But what she found was a coworker. yea…
Yea, this guy fits her new lifestyle. He’s older (30 to her 24). He is taller (she is 5’7, hes 6’2 to my 5’9”). Hes a boss (literally). Hes established with a house and nice car (well hes fucken 6 years older than me). Let’s not forget, he was my friend. But as she began to foster new feelings, she kept me around, in the dark. I really looked the other way because I knew I could trust her, as I have the whole 6 years we had been together.
Finally, I realized that her new friendship was getting out of hand. Texts btw them would come morning, noon and night. wake up texts, good night texts.I accosted her about it. She counters with these new ideas (from talking to her friend) of our weakening relationship, money, differing interests, growing apart. I beg her to give us a chance and to cool her jets with this dude. She says sure. But of course that went nowhere. I said fine, maybe she needs to realize that I am a good guy who has loved her from day one. So I suggest a break. A week in, I broke it off with a letter. A few tears might have rolled down her cheeks, after being known for being a bawler, an emotion-driven woman, someone who just completely breaks down.
I spent the next 4 weeks homeless (bumming off close friends), recollecting myself, looking for a new place to live (yea, we have lived together since freshman year of college), and telling my closest friends and family, looking for advice, for help. I only texted or spoke to my ex to grab something from the apt or an issue concerning our cats.
and couple of days ago, I asked her passing by at work: are you two official?
no shame, no understanding of my pain, no nothing.
She said: “i tried to try; I hope you know I’m sorry; I didn’t know how to tell you”
and somewhere in her head, she still talks to me as if we were still close friends.
fuck you andrea. Karma got me back for something but I hope it pays you back too.
and the sad thing is that I still honestly hope that she is going to be great with this guy.
logically, they seem equally fucked up. perfect for each other.