Listen, I don’t want to be that person that’s chasing after someone else’s boyfriend, but by the time I knew he was taken, I already really liked him. To make a long story short, I went on vacation and met a guy there. He and I hung out over the course of several days. I started to like him, and I could tell he liked me too. 

However, he got jealous that another guy tried to hit on me, and he told the other guy that he liked me. When I found out, I asked him if that were true. Turns out, he had a girlfriend the entire time. He never bought her up before. 

I was disappointed, but we live in different countries so I figured we could be social media friends at least. He left it pending for two weeks before rejecting it. I blocked his ass. I know he and his girlfriend broke up about two months after he and I met. 

It’s been over a year since the incident. Still, I hate him. And her. They ruined everything. You know, I’ve never had a guy like me before. What he did is basically telling me is that I’m not good enough. In my family, they always criticize my appearance and my personality. Even aunts and distant cousins. 

Also, I’m bipolar so I take it even harder. Sometimes, I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him, and other times, I just want revenge. I want him to lose his reputation. I want to fight him, or fight his girlfriend while he watches. But I’m a bad person, right? Because I’m jealous. Because I want to be with a guy who’s taken. Because I hate how he’s choosing his relationship over some random girl (me) that he just met. I hate this. Most of what happened is his fault, yet I’m the bad guy. I hate to say this but I’m not going to just stand to the side and clap and be like “oh, well, as long as he’s happy then I’m happy”. I call bullshit!