by Susan B. Anna

Created on: August 28, 2008   Last Updated: September 26, 2008

Being involved in a long distance relationship was not something I planned, or even thought about sharing until my boyfriend was accepted to Boston College with a two year scholarship. At first, I was excited for him but as the days drew near, I found myself questioning if this could ever really work. At the time we had been a couple for one year and now had six months left, prior to his departure. I knew I loved him as he loved me, but the more I thought about him being so far away, the antsier I became. Our relationship as a couple had just moved on to the next level, but since we were friends for many years before we chose to be together, I knew he was a great guy, and trusted him enough to be faithful; as I proclaimed I would be for him.

It was an easy decision to make to stay committed to each other and in constant communication, but once he left I realized that our love although strong at the time, would undergo some changes, we never predicted. During the initial stages we kept in constant touch, via phone, email and text messaging; but as the months progressed and he began to get focused on his studies, communication was limited to one call in the morning and another right before he presumably went to bed. This went one for the next few months, and even though I was beginning to feel neglected I enjoyed our conversations, and missed him all the more. Once the first three months went by I felt a bit relieved when we discussed his plans to come home for the holidays. He sounded extremely excited about coming home to see me, and as the days got closer, he calls and hits me with. "Due to my paper, I can't make it up until the day before New Year.

Being selfish was never within me, but at that moment I wanted him to feel guilty, and wondered if the paper was the only thing preventing him from coming home. I was now placed in a spot where I knew I didn't want to be. I was jealous, and couldn't get the thought of him straying from the back of my mind. "Who is she?" I asked and he immediately blew up. "I don't have the time or energy to pursue anyone out here. My days are spent in class, my afternoons in the library studying and my evenings the same. I thought you understood this wasn't going to be easy, and I expected you of all people to understand why I need to stay the extra few days," he yelled, and took me for a loop.

It was the very first time he ever raised his voice to me, and I wasn't having it. Christmas was a week away, and now I was to spend it

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