I'm Crazy About Her, But She Rejected Me

When I moved after college I shared an apartment with an older girl. She was an HR type, I was in IT. We got along fine but didn't have much in common, except that we couldn't afford to live without a roommate. I came home one at noon because I didn't feel good, I found her without pants on, leaning over the kitchen counter, her boss with his pants around his ankles pounding her.

She and I locked eyes as I snuck to my bedroom. When she came to apologize her boss was gone. She was her boss' fuck at work. They fucked at the apartment.

I was not even surprised. But the longer I thought about it, the more time that passed I got more and more jealous. The thought of her boss fucking her made my blood boil. She tried to settle me down but it only hurt me more. I didn't want him near her.

I decided I had to move. I moved in with another girl. She struggled finding another roommate. She called me and asked me to move back in with her. She would stop having her boss come over. I told her, shaking and upset, that it was him fucking her that hurt me. I wouldn't go back until she stopped seeing him.

My hurt never subsided. I couldn't stop myself from shadowing her, stalking her. When I saw him walk into her apartment I thought I had a heart attack. I threw myself against the door screaming. He pulled me inside and yelled at me. She looked at me stone cold and told me she wasn't leaving him.

I'm not over her, I can't let it go. I know it's me, for falling in love with her. She still sees her boss, but I don't follow her. She got a restraining order against me.