[hide=My ex-girlfriend (Long)]I used to stress myself out about women. I would worry about being ugly, not having an attractive personality, not knowing what to say, etc. I led myself to believe that I couldn't really pick up girls... I ended up dating a good friend that was basically in love with me for two years prior to dating her. I guess I can say she was my first love. We shared basically everything with each other and spent most of our time with one another. As time passed, hanging out with friends became more and more rare. I didn't mind most of the time because I really liked hanging out with her. A few times, friends of mine invited me to parties and I would practically never go. My girl always thought I was going to cheat on her for absolutely no reason. She claimed I would get too drunk to notice or to care and came up with a bunch of other bull[cabbage] excuses for me not to go. I stayed in a lot more than I went out. We continued dating and being "madly in love" as she would define it at the time. After about a year of dating she started having anxiety attacks which continued to escalate until it came to the point where any sign of stress would cause her to freak out (evaluations, too much homework, etc.) I stuck by her, kept her company at the doctors' office way too many times and basically was there for her whenever it seemed like I could help. The stress / anxiety quickly became depression. She cried on a daily basis for reasons I still don't really know. She told me she wasn't "herself" and needed help. The thought of suicide quickly followed. I must have talked to her on the phone for at least two hours a night when I wasn't with her... I spoke to her parents a lot, her doctor, her siblings and anyone else who could help me out but it never worked out. I couldn't help her. She ended up being prescribed Ativan and some anti-depressants, along with daily vitamins to give her more energy. None of this helped except the Ativan, which she took 2-3 extra pills and was out of it for a few hours. It was at this point that I realized how attached & dependent we were of each other. I felt like I needed her and she felt the same way... She was basically dragging me down with her. One day, while she was high as [bleep], I called up an old friend. I hadn't talked to her since I started dating this girl, mainly due to jealousy reasons, so we caught up. She told me what was going on from her perspective with me and my girl. She told me the usual "You're worth so much more. You need to move on and start living again." It wasn't anything special but it helped me realize a lot of things. I sat down with my girlfriend and talked to her about how I was sick of what was going on and I wasn't taking it anymore. I wasn't leaving her but I was giving her an ultimatum. I wanted her to show some effort. To try. She told me she would "do whatever it takes not to lose me." Things went well for a day or two, but it started back up again soon. I managed to stay calm when she would get pissed. I told myself that she had problems that weren't her fault and all that crap... She showed no effort. She loved the extra attention she got from me and her family. I talked to her again, calmly, and told her nothing had changed. She told me she had been "really trying" but I knew that was bs. Being the idiot that I was, I told her I understood giving her x amount of days was putting a lot of pressure on her and decided to give her one last chance. Obviously nothing changed. I was driving to her place to talk to her and end it when she called me. She said she really needed to talk to me... I was surprised because she wasn't crying or sad, or high on Ativan. When I showed up I sat next to her and she kissed me and said "It's your fault. It's your fault I'm suicidal, it's your fault I've been depressed and it's you that ruined my life." She then told me I needed to change and fix what was wrong with me. I smiled, looked her in the eyes and told her it was over. I told her not to speak to me again. I emptied the bag full of her things on the floor and walked out. She must have called me 200 times in the next few days, texted me constantly and kept calling my house too. After about a week of no calls from her, my phone rang during lunch at school. I picked up but didn't say anything. She told me she was about to OD on her pills... I asked her if she was serious and when she said yeah I hung up. I called 911 and they rushed an ambulance to her house which apparently saved her life. I visited her parents at the hospital to see if she was okay but refused to go see her personally. That was around six months ago and I've been making up for lost time. I've really been working on who I am and where I want to be in life. I'm no longer a shy, confidence-lacking guy anymore. I'm no longer afraid of talking to women or people in general. I've noticed that if you're honest about who you are and who you want to be, and you aren't doing things just to impress people, success (not only with women) comes naturally. I feel as if I've went from a boy to a man almost instantly. [/hide] I had an urge to write.... Props if you actually read it all.