im so stuck on him... mabe if i talked about it someone told me.. it wont work.. but here it goes.. welll...... it started off alittle bit complicated. he was going out with my friendand yada yadda yadda... they broke up.. he liked me and i always liked him. this was back in like march. soooo me and him werent going out because he wasnt sure if thats what he wanted yet or not... so i just went along with it.... a couple months pass and we fell completlely inlove with eachother - but the problem was that he didnt have very many good realationships in his past and neither have. we were both scared to go out with eachother.. well.. to make things worse he already has a kid thats one now, and the mother hated me.... she liked was throwing knives at me- all this of course before me and him actually agreed to go out - and there were alotta things holdonh us back from just going into the next : a couple months later in may, i lost my virgintiy to him, and then it went down hill..... i feel completley inlove with him and he said he fell inlove with me too threw all these months and we were best friends so we had all the fundumentals of what felt like the best time to go out.... well.... he decieded that he wanted to go to a friends house and soo we did and he asked me out there and then once we got there.. i said yes of course.. and so the story goes as i slept with his friend - dont ask why i dont know..... it was a fucked up night...and a long story in its self... well the next day after telling to to fuck off and die basically.. he was like i am having a breakdown i have to go to the hosipatial... so he goes somewhere called silver hill for mabe a couple weeks or so and when he gets out its all back to normal. well in septemerb we dcieded to try it agin. he proposed to me even..sept 16 i still remember the day sadly.... and i said yes agin of course... and the part i keep leaving out is that by now, him being just turned 18 and me being 17 are alcholics - i know i know - soo we would drink every night... well my body began to like not be able to handle liquor anymore... sooo we would get into fight about me not drinking, and one night he hit me... and i still decided to stay with him..but anyway he ended up proposing to me and we had like all these future plans.. and so on and so forth and then i found out he cheated on me... and i still stayed i odnt know why... i really did love him. soooo it brings us to the question of how did it end? well... one day he went missing, and i didnt know where the hell he was and i was looking everywhere for him... and then i found out he went to jail. well a couple weeks pass and i find out he is in a sort of rehab. i also found out he could call pple and that he had my number and he has been gone for about two months now...friday the thirteenth i think it was....back in like oct...... and he hasnt called me since but he has called everyone else...and so i cant help but to think its over.. well that would be the outline.... of me and the ex.. :( i miss him and i shouldnt. i really fucking shouldnt.