I thought I found the one. I put everything I had into this to only feel like I've gotten no where and i'm going to get fucked over in the end. Backstory is going to be long and I want to talk to someone about it.
I met this girl at work let's call her baitgrill. In my eyes she's a solid 10/10. At first I wouldn't talk to her, then February I started to talk to her. I didn't love her at first but then I slowly started to fall for her. I wanted to do something with her so I asked her if she wanted to watch deadpool together. She said sure, set up a day herself, then when it came to that day she couldn't because her mom didn't want to take her. I said that's ok, i was expecting to be disappointed.
Then I really fucking started liking her. I didn't want to catch feelings for her or anyone anymore because I was done with getting fucked over. I didn't think at all and kept going with this. Sometime after a co-worker comes back from vacation or some shit. I completely forgot about this person and it never occurred to me that they were dating. There were signs that showed how close they were but they didn't do anything that showed they were dating so I was on the alert now. Every time they would play in front of me I would just try to ignore them and act like I didn't care, but it fucking hurt me.
One day she was off work and the managers were mentioning how lets call him unknown variable was late and wasn't showing up to his shift. They called him to ask him what's up and he said that he didn't know he was scheduled even though he was on the schedule and received the email. That same day they had taken baitgrill off the schedule so once I started thinking about where he was and what he was doing I assumed it was with her. He comes into work all stressed and sad about something so I ask him what the problem is. He tells me that him and baitgrill were arguing and I instantly stopped listening to him. I work at the back so I'm always alone and no one really knows what i'm doing unless they're there to see. I go upstairs then start punching and cutting the boxes.
While I was upstairs that same day I ask her if she loved him. She replies "yes I love him so much" followed by a lot of other shit that i ignore because i was pissed off again. The boxes are the real mvp of this story because they took it like champs without complaining. She tells me how she doesn't want to be with someone so abusive. He had threatened to go over to her house because she wasn't replying. Her mother heard the voicemail that he left her and from there on her mother hated him. I told her "I've seen this situation before where the girl keeps going back to the guy expecting him to change. To only go back to being abused and hu