Yeah, I get it. "What does it matter!? You can't control her!" I get it, it's just that it's different. I don't feel jealousy, or anything, I feel heart-broken. We were together for about 2 years, and we were best friends before that. In the midst of the relationship, she was going through depression problems, and I was always there for her when she needed me. She had one boyfriend before me, and it lasted three days. It only happened because her friends pressured her into it. Anyways, I was maybe, one of the best boyfriends, you could ask for.. Reason for breaking up with each other, is because her family is big on jobs, and I didn't have one, and her family didn't want her dating me, although, I applied everywhere I could. Oh, and yeah, we're in high school. She's a sophomore and I'm a senior. When I say, I did everything for this girl, I did. She was going through depression. I've been hit by her, and she regrets every strike, but I always knew that she didn't mean it. We ended up breaking up, because we figured we were spending way too much time together, and that she needed to self-improve, so she could be a better girlfriend, and that, her family didn't want us dating. But it was almost like a break, because we still hooked up and sh*t like that. We really seriously loved each other. I still love her. She still loves me, but after about a month passed by, she went to a party and madeout with some dude she didn't even know. She got drunk. I remember when she went to a party, and she got so drunk, where she had no self-control, some guy kissed her and she couldn't do anything about it. He ended getting punched in the face by his brother. Got a black eye, haha. Sorry for this being so long, but she called me at 2:30 in the morning while I was playing Xbox with my friend, and I honestly felt very uneasy about the party. She lied and told me she wasn't going. I didn't believe it very much. When she called, I was in shorts, and a t-shirt and it was like 0 degrees out and I found her and brought her to my house. Her parents found out, and blah, blah, blah. The thing about her, is that she's easily influenced by others, and she does these things, and she regrets them. Again, sorry for rambling but straight to the point, we broke up she got drunk and hooked up with some dude drunk, and she cried about it, and regrets it. I just told her that it broke my heart, because, she's a very hard to get girl. And I had this giant sense of accomplishment when I finally kissed her. She said sorry, and I told her not to be, because we weren't together.. but I told her how I felt used, and how I felt like sh*t about everything. She cried. This happened about a week ago actually. So I'm sitting here, all out of tears.. I've spent this week crying my eyes out.. I need some words of advice, or anything to cheer me up. I mean there's sh*tload more to the relationship but I can't fit it all here.. but after that happened, I feel my life becoming emptier, and emptier..