Imagine my surprise, then, when I came back from a three-week vacation out of the country with no cell service or Internet and found out through one of my best friends that the straightedge boyfriend I left behind was long gone. I got physically ill when I heard that news, and night after night we fought until he finally broke up with me.
We (of course) got back together a month later, but all the trust that I had in him was gone.
In the beginning, he clearly liked me way more than I liked him, so I got annoyed with his clinginess and broke up with him (through IM) a few months after we started dating.
I cried all night long and immediately apologized the next day, so we made up (through IM). His entire group of friends HATED me and pressured him daily to dump me.
Throughout our relationship, I was so emotionally invested in constantly trying to prevent breakups that I think it had a weird physical effect on me.