I have a personal issue that I have been struggling with

[GraysonMichael]

[FONT=Verdana]Hello All,[/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana]I have a personal situation I have been struggling on what I should do and how I should handle it. Please forgive me because this requires some back story, but I will try to keep it as concise as possible.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana]Back in 2001 I felt like I was unstoppable and had the world under my control (I was 20 years old at the time). I was working on a bachelor’s degree at a very nice university, I had wonderful parents who supported me in my endeavors, and I had a truly wonderful girlfriend. Her name was [/FONT][FONT=Verdana]Brittany[/FONT][FONT=Verdana]. We went to the same junior high and high school and for some reason I could never understand why she hung out with me. I wasn’t one of the “cool” kids – I read comic books and watch sci-fi; she played basketball, ran track, and hung out with the click crowd. Don’t get me wrong, [/FONT][FONT=Verdana]Brittany[/FONT][FONT=Verdana] was a very nice and sweet-hearted young woman. Well to my astonishment one day she asked me out and I could not help but ask why she would want to go out with me. [/FONT][FONT=Verdana]Brittany[/FONT][FONT=Verdana] replied, and I will never forgot, “you make me laugh” So we went out and it went well and we continued on for four years. Of course we had our ups and downs but we somehow always seemed to work through our difficulties together.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana]Going into my sophomore year in college I decided I wanted to spend the rest of my life with [/FONT][FONT=Verdana]Brittany[/FONT][FONT=Verdana]. I proposed to her and she accepted. We decided however on a long engagement and wait till we were both out of college. But in the meantime we started making wedding preparations. In November 2001, [/FONT][FONT=Verdana]Brittany[/FONT][FONT=Verdana] was killed by a drunk driver while coming home from a night class.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana]It seemed at that moment my world came crashing down. I shut down and wouldn’t eat very much and had trouble sleeping for a long while. Some time in 2002 (I don’t remember exactly when) I took up jogging on the university fitness trail. [/FONT][FONT=Verdana]Brittany[/FONT][FONT=Verdana] always wanted me to go running with her and I made up excuses not to go. So one day I decided buy a pair of running shoes and hit the track. I started jogging as a way to stay close to her and to have something to do to pass the time. From 2002-2005 I jogged every single day on the track and when the weather turned cold or rainy I went inside to the gym’s jogging balcony. I got up to a fair about of distance- 6 miles. The track’s route ran next to the tennis courts and I would normally stop there after my run to stretch, cool down, and get some water. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana]Well, in 2005 (it took a while for me to finish my BS degree) I finally graduated. I applied to the Master’s program and discovered that I could only receive 12 graduate hours there and would have to apply elsewhere to finish my degree. I got accepted and started school. And I also continued jogging. Well as usual I made my stop near the tennis courts to cool down and I decided to watch the men and women’s tennis team practice for a little while. Tennis has always been a sport that has fascinated me because it doesn’t “look” that difficult but when you actually try to play it….Well, I can never get the ball over the net or I hit it too hard. So I am always amazed at players that seemingly perfectly hit the ball back and forth at each other with such ease and grace.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana]November rolled around, which is a tough time for me, and one night I had to attend a guest speaker presentation for one of my graduate classes. I sat on the back row next to the walkway. As the auditorium filled up this woman sat across from me on the other row. This woman was absolutely beautiful – 5’6 brown hair to her shoulders. And she looked familiar and I realized she was one of the tennis players for the university that I saw during my cool downs. Well the presentation ended and I wanted to say something to this woman (although I didn’t know what to say since we didn’t know each other). I never did get to talk to her because of the crowd. I did eventually find out her name (I will not use her name here but I will refer to her as “Jane Doe”)[/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana]Starting my last semester in the Master’s program I only took one class since that gave me an even 12 hours. As the roll was being called Jane Doe’s name was one that was announced. I turned around and sure enough it was the tennis player from the guest lecture. I decided what the heck this is my last semester at this school I will introduce myself and see what happens. I walked up to her asked her if she played tennis (even though I knew she did) and told her I had watched some of the practices after my jogs – surprisingly she said she recognized me as the “guy who runs all the time.” Well we played some racquetball and we studied for the exams and quizzes and got to know one another fairly well. One day I decided to ask her out and I did (and I botched it up sooooooooo bad because I stuttered all the way through it). Jane Doe turned me down because of her tennis practices, games, and having to study.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana]I got accepted at another school 60 miles away to finish my master’s degree. We kept in contact over Facebook and through emails, and we did get to hang out some over the two year span I was away. To my surprise though, I developed feeling for her like I felt for [/FONT][FONT=Verdana]Brittany[/FONT][FONT=Verdana]. Jane Doe graduated with her BA degree last May so a few days before her graduation I came back into town and wanted to treat her to dinner to celebrate. We went out, ate dinner, sat and talked for a couple of hours, and then decided to go for a walk around campus. As we walked though the campus I told her that I really cared about her. I honestly don’t know why I told her, I knew she didn’t feel the same way. She did reply that it was impossible for her to “date” with her schedule and that I was gone for two years, also she said she didn’t know if she believed in love. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana]So we parted ways again. This time I got accepted into a Ph.D program also in May so I spent the summer moving. As with last time we keep in touch over Facebook and chat using its application. I talked to my dad about her during the summer that I really care about her and I don’t know how to work past this. He didn’t have a solution. I started the Ph.D program in August and in early October I received a phone call that my mom and dad had been killed in a car wreck in [/FONT][FONT=Verdana]Memphis[/FONT][FONT=Verdana], [/FONT][FONT=Verdana]TN[/FONT][FONT=Verdana] because someone did not stop at a red light. So I this holiday season wasn’t very merry.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana]Finally, about three weeks ago I had to go into [/FONT][FONT=Verdana]Memphis[/FONT][FONT=Verdana], [/FONT][FONT=Verdana]TN[/FONT][FONT=Verdana] to do archival research at their university for a manuscript I am working on. I got out late at night from the records house and as I was walking back to my car a group of guys (4 or 5) came out of nowhere, drew a gun on me, and mugged me. I gave them my wallet, car keys, watch, cell phone, and then they proceeded to beat me up and kick me repeatedly while I was on the ground. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana]I say this because after the attack, as I was crawling to get help, all I could think about was “Jane Doe.” It dawned on me that I don’t just care about her – that I love her. I guess staring at the possibility of death makes you see things differently. But I don’t know how to handle this. I mean I told her that I cared about her (not love at the time) and she didn’t respond that way I hoped. I just don’t know how to handle this situation. And since I have no one to talk to about this I bring this to you all and hope you can give me advice. [/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana]Thanks for reading this very long note. I appreciate it. [/FONT]

 

[trekkerguy]

I'm sure this is an important issue, but something went way wrong with that post.

 

[LaxScrutiny]

His issue seems to be with fonts and colours.

Sorry to be glib, but it's hard to help with that many formatting errors...

 

[Kryton]

Format FAIL.

"Preview Post" is your friend.

 

[GraysonMichael]

I don't know what happened: Will repost the text

 

[LaxScrutiny]

OK, I made it through because now I'm all full of curiosity.

First, you've been through an awful few years and I'm sorry for all the tragedy.

You have to realize, though, that if Brittany Verdana had lived, she would have just as likely dumped you by now and be married to some lawyer and having an affair with her personal trainer.

I know that seems harsh, but you are in love with a romantic fiction, not a real girl. You are projecting that fiction onto Jane Doe, she will never live up to your image of her because it is not real.

There is no magic pill to move on, hopefully they will make one next year. In the meantime, forget Jane and, I'm sorry, forget Brittany Verdana. You have opened up emotions for which there is no possible reciprocation. Those emotions are from you, not them, and they occur because of your need, not anything they are in real life.

My best advice to you is to learn to play guitar, buy a motorcycle and get a job as a bouncer in a bar and get some more experience with women.

 

[MIB]

I got you covered, Grayson.


I have a personal situation I have been struggling on what I should do and how I should handle it. Please forgive me because this requires some back story, but I will try to keep it as concise as possible.

Back in 2001 I felt like I was unstoppable and had the world under my control (I was 20 years old at the time). I was working on a bachelor’s degree at a very nice university, I had wonderful parents who supported me in my endeavors, and I had a truly wonderful girlfriend. Her name was Brittany. We went to the same junior high and high school and for some reason I could never understand why she hung out with me. I wasn’t one of the “cool” kids – I read comic books and watch sci-fi; she played basketball, ran track, and hung out with the click crowd. Don’t get me wrong, Brittany was a very nice and sweet-hearted young woman. Well to my astonishment one day she asked me out and I could not help but ask why she would want to go out with me. Brittany replied, and I will never forgot, “you make me laugh” So we went out and it went well and we continued on for four years. Of course we had our ups and downs but we somehow always seemed to work through our difficulties together.

Going into my sophomore year in college I decided I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Brittany. I proposed to her and she accepted. We decided however on a long engagement and wait till we were both out of college. But in the meantime we started making wedding preparations. In November 2001, Brittany was killed by a drunk driver while coming home from a night class.

It seemed at that moment my world came crashing down. I shut down and wouldn’t eat very much and had trouble sleeping for a long while. Some time in 2002 (I don’t remember exactly when) I took up jogging on the university fitness trail. Brittany always wanted me to go running with her and I made up excuses not to go. So one day I decided buy a pair of running shoes and hit the track. I started jogging as a way to stay close to her and to have something to do to pass the time. From 2002-2005 I jogged every single day on the track and when the weather turned cold or rainy I went inside to the gym’s jogging balcony. I got up to a fair about of distance- 6 miles. The track’s route ran next to the tennis courts and I would normally stop there after my run to stretch, cool down, and get some water.

Well, in 2005 (it took a while for me to finish my BS degree) I finally graduated. I applied to the Master’s program and discovered that I could only receive 12 graduate hours there and would have to apply elsewhere to finish my degree. I got accepted and started school. And I also continued jogging. Well as usual I made my stop near the tennis courts to cool down and I decided to watch the men and women’s tennis team practice for a little while. Tennis has always been a sport that has fascinated me because it doesn’t “look” that difficult but when you actually try to play it….Well, I can never get the ball over the net or I hit it too hard. So I am always amazed at players that seemingly perfectly hit the ball back and forth at each other with such ease and grace.

November rolled around, which is a tough time for me, and one night I had to attend a guest speaker presentation for one of my graduate classes. I sat on the back row next to the walkway. As the auditorium filled up this woman sat across from me on the other row. This woman was absolutely beautiful – 5’6 brown hair to her shoulders. And she looked familiar and I realized she was one of the tennis players for the university that I saw during my cool downs. Well the presentation ended and I wanted to say something to this woman (although I didn’t know what to say since we didn’t know each other). I never did get to talk to her because of the crowd. I did eventually find out her name (I will not use her name here but I will refer to her as “Jane Doe”)

Starting my last semester in the Master’s program I only took one class since that gave me an even 12 hours. As the roll was being called Jane Doe’s name was one that was announced. I turned around and sure enough it was the tennis player from the guest lecture. I decided what the heck this is my last semester at this school I will introduce myself and see what happens. I walked up to her asked her if she played tennis (even though I knew she did) and told her I had watched some of the practices after my jogs – surprisingly she said she recognized me as the “guy who runs all the time.” Well we played some racquetball and we studied for the exams and quizzes and got to know one another fairly well. One day I decided to ask her out and I did (and I botched it up sooooooooo bad because I stuttered all the way through it). Jane Doe turned me down because of her tennis practices, games, and having to study.

I got accepted at another school 60 miles away to finish my master’s degree. We kept in contact over Facebook and through emails, and we did get to hang out some over the two year span I was away. To my surprise though, I developed feeling for her like I felt for Brittany. Jane Doe graduated with her BA degree last May so a few days before her graduation I came back into town and wanted to treat her to dinner to celebrate. We went out, ate dinner, sat and talked for a couple of hours, and then decided to go for a walk around campus. As we walked though the campus I told her that I really cared about her. I honestly don’t know why I told her, I knew she didn’t feel the same way. She did reply that it was impossible for her to “date” with her schedule and that I was gone for two years, also she said she didn’t know if she believed in love.

So we parted ways again. This time I got accepted into a Ph.D program also in May so I spent the summer moving. As with last time we keep in touch over Facebook and chat using its application. I talked to my dad about her during the summer that I really care about her and I don’t know how to work past this. He didn’t have a solution. I started the Ph.D program in August and in early October I received a phone call that my mom and dad had been killed in a car wreck in Memphis because someone did not stop at a red light. So this holiday season wasn’t very merry.

Finally, about three weeks ago I had to go into Memphis to do archival research at their university for a manuscript I am working on. I got out late at night from the records house and as I was walking back to my car a group of guys (4 or 5) came out of nowhere, drew a gun on me, and mugged me. I gave them my wallet, car keys, watch, cell phone, and then they proceeded to beat me up and kick me repeatedly while I was on the ground.

I say this because after the attack, as I was crawling to get help, all I could think about was “Jane Doe.” It dawned on me that I don’t just care about her – that I love her. I guess staring at the possibility of death makes you see things differently. But I don’t know how to handle this. I mean I told her that I cared about her (not love at the time) and she didn’t respond that way I hoped. I just don’t know how to handle this situation. And since I have no one to talk to about this I bring this to you all and hope you can give me advice.

Thanks for reading this very long note. I appreciate it.

 

[GraysonMichael]

^^Thanks, I typed it up in Word and copied and pasted it over to the website. I appreciate what you did

 

[Gaseous Anomaly]

^After doing it in Word copy and paste to note pad and then copy and paste to here. That will remove all the formatting issues.

 

[Count Zero]

I worked my way through the botched version. Did all this really happen to you? Seems like a lot of bad luck for one person.
Anyway, there's no easy way out of this situation, but I, too, would advise you to move on. This Jane Doe seems like a nice enough girl and a friend but it's clear she's not romantically interested in you. I guess, you have to accept that. On the other hand, a good friend is often worth more than a lover.

 

[Agent Richard07]

After doing it in Word copy and paste to note pad and then copy and paste to here. That will remove all the formatting issues.

The text box can be converted to "plain text" mode. That will also allow you to paste the text without the formatting issues.

 

[shapeshifter]

Hello All,

I have a personal situation I have been struggling on what I should do and how I should handle it. Please forgive me because this requires some back story, but I will try to keep it as concise as possible.
Back in 2001 I felt like I was unstoppable and had the world under my control (I was 20 years old at the time). I was working on a bachelor’s degree at a very nice university, I had wonderful parents who supported me in my endeavors, and I had a truly wonderful girlfriend. Her name was Brittany. We went to the same junior high and high school and for some reason I could never understand why she hung out with me. I wasn’t one of the “cool” kids – I read comic books and watch sci-fi; she played basketball, ran track, and hung out with the click crowd. Don’t get me wrong,Brittany was a very nice and sweet-hearted young woman. Well to my astonishment one day she asked me out and I could not help but ask why she would want to go out with me. Brittany replied, and I will never forgot, “you make me laugh” So we went out and it went well and we continued on for four years. Of course we had our ups and downs but we somehow always seemed to work through our difficulties together.
Going into my sophomore year in college I decided I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Brittany. I proposed to her and she accepted. We decided however on a long engagement and wait till we were both out of college. But in the meantime we started making wedding preparations. In November 2001, Brittany was killed by a drunk driver while coming home from a night class.
It seemed at that moment my world came crashing down. I shut down and wouldn’t eat very much and had trouble sleeping for a long while. Some time in 2002 (I don’t remember exactly when) I took up jogging on the university fitness trail. Brittany always wanted me to go running with her and I made up excuses not to go. So one day I decided buy a pair of running shoes and hit the track. I started jogging as a way to stay close to her and to have something to do to pass the time. From 2002-2005 I jogged every single day on the track and when the weather turned cold or rainy I went inside to the gym’s jogging balcony. I got up to a fair about of distance- 6 miles. The track’s route ran next to the tennis courts and I would normally stop there after my run to stretch, cool down, and get some water.
Well, in 2005 (it took a while for me to finish my BS degree) I finally graduated. I applied to the Master’s program and discovered that I could only receive 12 graduate hours there and would have to apply elsewhere to finish my degree. I got accepted and started school. And I also continued jogging. Well as usual I made my stop near the tennis courts to cool down and I decided to watch the men and women’s tennis team practice for a little while. Tennis has always been a sport that has fascinated me because it doesn’t “look” that difficult but when you actually try to play it….Well, I can never get the ball over the net or I hit it too hard. So I am always amazed at players that seemingly perfectly hit the ball back and forth at each other with such ease and grace. November rolled around, which is a tough time for me, and one night I had to attend a guest speaker presentation for one of my graduate classes. I sat on the back row next to the walkway. As the auditorium filled up this woman sat across from me on the other row. This woman was absolutely beautiful – 5’6 brown hair to her shoulders. And she looked familiar and I realized she was one of the tennis players for the university that I saw during my cool downs. Well the presentation ended and I wanted to say something to this woman (although I didn’t know what to say since we didn’t know each other). I never did get to talk to her because of the crowd. I did eventually find out her name (I will not use her name here but I will refer to her as “Jane Doe”)
Starting my last semester in the Master’s program I only took one class since that gave me an even 12 hours. As the roll was being called Jane Doe’s name was one that was announced. I turned around and sure enough it was the tennis player from the guest lecture. I decided what the heck this is my last semester at this school I will introduce myself and see what happens. I walked up to her asked her if she played tennis (even though I knew she did) and told her I had watched some of the practices after my jogs – surprisingly she said she recognized me as the “guy who runs all the time.” Well we played some racquetball and we studied for the exams and quizzes and got to know one another fairly well. One day I decided to ask her out and I did (and I botched it up sooooooooo bad because I stuttered all the way through it). Jane Doe turned me down because of her tennis practices, games, and having to study.
I got accepted at another school 60 miles away to finish my master’s degree. We kept in contact over Facebook and through emails, and we did get to hang out some over the two year span I was away. To my surprise though, I developed feeling for her like I felt for Brittany. Jane Doe graduated with her BA degree last May so a few days before her graduation I came back into town and wanted to treat her to dinner to celebrate. We went out, ate dinner, sat and talked for a couple of hours, and then decided to go for a walk around campus. As we walked though the campus I told her that I really cared about her. I honestly don’t know why I told her, I knew she didn’t feel the same way. She did reply that it was impossible for her to “date” with her schedule and that I was gone for two years, also she said she didn’t know if she believed in love.
So we parted ways again. This time I got accepted into a Ph.D program also in May so I spent the summer moving. As with last time we keep in touch over Facebook and chat using its application. I talked to my dad about her during the summer that I really care about her and I don’t know how to work past this. He didn’t have a solution. I started the Ph.D program in August and in early October I received a phone call that my mom and dad had been killed in a car wreck in Memphis TN because someone did not stop at a red light. So I this holiday season wasn’t very merry.
Finally, about three weeks ago I had to go into Memphis TN to do archival research at their university for a manuscript I am working on. I got out late at night from the records house and as I was walking back to my car a group of guys (4 or 5) came out of nowhere, drew a gun on me, and mugged me. I gave them my wallet, car keys, watch, cell phone, and then they proceeded to beat me up and kick me repeatedly while I was on the ground. I say this because after the attack, as I was crawling to get help, all I could think about was “Jane Doe.” It dawned on me that I don’t just care about her – that I love her. I guess staring at the possibility of death makes you see things differently. But I don’t know how to handle this. I mean I told her that I cared about her (not love at the time) and she didn’t respond that way I hoped. I just don’t know how to handle this situation. And since I have no one to talk to about this I bring this to you all and hope you can give me advice. Thanks for reading this very long note. I appreciate it.

You have to either try talking to her one more time and risk being hurt more deeply by another rejection or just let her go now.

I would let her go now. While I understand attraction to a person I don't want to be with anyone I have to convince loving me would be a good thing. Relationships not based on mutual attraction are more likely doomed to fail, imo.

 

[Barbados Slim]

It sounds like when you finally opened up your mind to love again, you fell for a girl who doesn't feel the same way.

Unrequited love is a bitch. If she loved you back she wouldn't care about schedules and distances and stuff. You'll do well to remember that what lies at heart of your story is that she doesn't feel the same. Adding anything else to it will just make you go crazy.

 

[the Dagman]

You are in a hard spot Grayson. It is pretty evident that you have lost everyone who was ever close to you, and I am really sorry for your losses.

Whatever your actual relationship with Jane Doe was, and from your description it wasn't really much more than casual friends at best, she is not the person you are currently projecting her to be. That you have transferred your feelings from your fiancee who died onto Jane is not really a good thing. Jane has already told you that she is not interested in you in what seems like a very nice way of doing it. Continuing to pine for this love that never was is just going to hurt you more in the long run. For your own well being, every time she crosses your mind you have to tell yourself "she's gone" and stop thinking of her. The sooner you can get past her in your head, the better off you will be.

What your post is also saying to me is that you have lost all the people in your life that you have ever confided in. That can bring on a deep case of the lonelys. You need to find someone to talk to, REALLY talk to. If you do not have a friend currently that you feel you can talk to, whom you can share your intimate feelings with and maybe get some sound advice from in return, then I think you should seek out some help. And this forum is not it. See if there are any social groups in your area for people who are survivors of loss. Talking with others who have been through similar situations can be cathartic. If there aren't any you can find, see about getting a mental therapist. I am not saying you are crazy, far from it in fact. But you do seem to have many issues that you are not working through on your own. And maybe a trained professional in the field can give you the help you need.

 

[RJDiogenes]

Grayson, I'm very sorry for all the bad luck you've had. My condolences for the deaths of your girlfriend and parents.

My advice is to forget Jane Doe for now and talk to a professional counselor; chances are that your health insurance will cover monthly or twice monthly appointments. Think about it: You experienced the sudden and traumatic death of your fiance, began running for the first time in your life in imitation of her lifestyle and then became obsessed with a woman you met while acting out your fiance's behavior. Your devotion to this woman continued for years, despite rejection and separation. When your parents were killed in a manner similar to your fiance and you were the victim of a violent attack, this woman remained at the forefront of your thoughts. This is neither love nor any kind of healthy emotion. A professional counselor will be of enormous help in working through these issues.

 

[Crazy_Uncle]

Grayson, I'm very sorry for all the bad luck you've had. My condolences for the deaths of your girlfriend and parents.

My advice is to forget Jane Doe for now and talk to a professional counselor; chances are that your health insurance will cover monthly or twice monthly appointments. Think about it: You experienced the sudden and traumatic death of your fiance, began running for the first time in your life in imitation of her lifestyle and then became obsessed with a woman you met while acting out your fiance's behavior. Your devotion to this woman continued for years, despite rejection and separation. When your parents were killed in a manner similar to your fiance and you were the victim of a violent attack, this woman remained at the forefront of your thoughts. This is neither love nor any kind of healthy emotion. A professional counselor will be of enormous help in working through these issues.

Grayson, I know I don't know from anybody but I have to agree with what this poster has said. I've been through some tough spots, nothing like you, but still very traumatic in there own right. I thought I could fix things on my own and had several Jane Doe's that I would have given anything for to be with in that moment. Life finally forced me to face things and I was fortunate enough to get a great counselor that helped me through things. Because of that I'm grateful that when I did finally find someone, it wasn't any of the Jane Doe's because it would have been one-sided. I did finally meet Mrs. Right and have been happily married for three years, but I couldn't have done it without the help of my counselor to sort things out. Good luck to you wherever your life journey takes you.

 

[JNG]

Write a letter, say howdy and explain what you've explained here, maybe without too much stuff about the other chick. 99% of girls will just go "ugh, BAGGAGE, I just want someone to buy me shoes" or whatever, but you never know.

 

[TheGodBen]

Cut Jane Doe out of your life. It wont be easy, it will be one of the hardest things you will ever do, but you have to do it. It's not going to be a quick solution, it could takes years before you are over her, but it is better to start the healing process now rather than putting it off. Tell Jane how you feel, explain why you have to cut things off, and then walk away.

 

[Chess Piece Face]

First of all, I call internet shenanigans on this post.

But even if it is true, then the original poster is clearly a loon who has only dated 2 girls in like 10 years or something, but they were both beautiful? Come on. I just can't buy it.

Even the nerdiest loser alive would interact with more girls than that, especially if he "ran every single day" because at the very least, he would have a decent physique. But no, this guy loved his high school sweetheart, she dies in a crash, then his family dies in a crash, then he gets mugged and beaten, and he is in love with one girl he stalks on chat with?

The poster is clearly playing with us for some reason.

Fake.

 

[DonIago]

I won't call shenanigans just because the OP has an established posting history.

My advice would pretty much just be what everyone else has already said.