I tried to make my ex happy. Although the breakup was years ago, the dust still hasn't settled.

I was with her for almost 10 years. I looked at her like I looked at my mom, that is why I did everything to make her happy. I took her to the fanciest restaurants, got her huge diamond earrings, and made sure she knew how much she meant to me. It was never enough for her to know that. She wanted everyone else to know too. She was the type that cared about looks, class, and luxury. <br><br>I paid for my college education in large part because of scholarships. I was a talented musician and even attended State competitions, and I won some awards. This made it easy for me to get into college and get a scholarship. I majored in economics, but took many finance courses at graduate level. I thought I wanted to become an investment banker. I did it, and now I make a six-figure salary. She never stopped trying to change me. She wanted someone with a high social status, and I'm not that. She tried to get me to join a club, and she even tried to get me to learn a competitive sport. I don't really care for joining exclusive country clubs or tennis clubs, and yes, she took tennis lessons and bought herself a tennis outfit because she thought it was cool. Remember, I play the piano. She made fun of how I dress and even made fun of my hair. She said I was too tall and too lanky. I dropped out of college for 6 months and backpacked Europe. She thought I was crazy and tried to make sure I never did it again. I'm not the clubbing type, so we didn't go to clubs very often. I love going to the movies, and she was OK with it, but not when it was for any movie that was not in the top 20. She saw me as a project, because she thought of me as a "fixer-upper" and she wanted to make me look better and improve me. Funny thing is, she was fat and didn't want to do anything about it. <br><br>She was so busy trying to make me look better, but I always thought she was beautiful. She was always dieting, but I don't think she ever lost any weight. I never understood why she couldn't see how beautiful she was. She saw the glass as half empty. Everything I did was not good enough for her. <br><br>I worked as an investment banker for 5 years and then left. We broke up 2 months after I left. <br><br>I went to law school. I took a substantial paycut, and I make much less than I did as a bankster. I didn't want to work 100 hr weeks. I was burned out. <br><br>The funny thing is, I'm still with my first girlfriend. She's the one I was with when I was 17 and she was 16. We graduated from HS together in 2001. We started dating 14 years ago. She was my gf when I was in college. We were on and off for a few years, but always remained close. She was the one I went to for advice when my ex and I were having problems. She knew about my problems with my ex. <br><br>We are together now, and we are happy. She is so beautiful that I wish I could look at her longer. I don't want to stop looking into her eyes. She looks at me the same way. When we are together, we always look at each other. I don't think she ever thought I was trying to make anyone jealous, and I feel the same way. I don't care if anyone knows how much she means to me. If I care about her, she will know. I don't need anyone else to know. <br><br>That's what I want. To make each other happy and not anyone else. She makes me feel so loved and important. She doesn't want much. The other day, we went to the dollar store and she found this cute little stuffed animal with a funny face. She was so happy with it. One time we were in the park and I bought her ice cream, and we sat together in the park and she was so happy. We go to the movies together often and always sit in the front row. She loves watching movies. I am happy because she is happy. <br><br>I never thought about trying to change her. I think she's perfect. She's the love of my life and I'll be with her forever.<br><br>This is how a relationship should work. Making each other happy, and not caring about what anyone else says.