Georgia, I just wanted to say
pray about this. This will affect you for the rest of your life, no matter what happens.
I started college at 17, (started kindergarten at age 4, back then, there wasn't a law saying you HAD to be 5), and made friends fast with not one, but three guys, who were all instant friends as well,with each other. We did everything together, went out eating, to concerts, shopping, movies, meeting all the parents, (which was probably the most unusual since I was the only girl in the group...lol.), and after 5 months of knowing them, I fell for one of them really hard, but he didn't notice me...I was the buddy...the friend...the sidekick...(I think you get the picture...lol.), So, there was this college formal dance coming up, and I overheard him ask another girl out, as I was walking up to meet him for lunch, and he said he had something important to tell me. (I guess that was it.) Well, she said no, and he was crushed, and then I thought justice had been served...later I happened to see her and she said, "I heard that you liked him, from one of your friends in the group, so you can HAVE him...I like his roommate(who happened to be the one of the other guys in the group as well)." I thought that was hilarious. So, I asked him if he'd like to go, as friends, and he said yes.
We danced that night, and I still had feelings for him, but he didn't seem as though he even REMOTELY had feelings for me, so after that night, I let it go. Then, I was in a play in the spring, and things just clicked...and we dated for five months, before we got engaged, by a very large, leaking water tower...(not the most romantic idea, if any guys are reading this...especially a leaking water tower...lol.)
But, I was 18, young and silly, and said yes, like a do do bird...
We stayed engaged for 11 months. Finally I had enough of him pressuring ME to get married, drop out of college, and get a job, since I had work experience, so he could finish college, and I put my foot down. (I was on four scholarships at the time, and had a full-ride to college...his parents were helping fund part of his, so this just didn't make good common sense to me.)
Then I later would learn why he was pressuring me so hard...his dad had passed that summer, in May, before the big blowout that August, and there was a stipulation in the inheritance that if he married before 21, he could get his share of the money, but if not, he would have to wait until he was 30. I remembered him briefly mentioning this one day, but then, the realization struck me, the day the final words came...and they weren't "You're fired..."
It was more like, a toss of a ring, and me telling him to get a life.
I guess he did, because he drove off and left me standing at the mall that day, 45 miles from home...( note to the single ladies...not a good idea to break up, when you're away from your hometown, because then there's no one to come pick you up if you didn't drive your own car).
Also, another hint that he did get a life, is the fact that less than six months after I dumped him, he met,dated, got engaged and married(start to finish, might I add), a girl who already had a kid, and one of my friends tried to get me to go to the wedding with him, after I had lost 70 pounds, and looked totally different, as his date, but I thought that might be a little weird, so I shyed away.
Guess he got to collect the inheritance after all, and I got to keep my self-respect, and my college education in the process.
Good luck, I know this is a hard choice. Breaking up with him, was one of the toughest decisions I've ever made, but it was well worth it after that, because I never would've met my husband, (I was 20 when I met him, by the way...he was 26....we dated 3 years long distance before we got married, (we lived 3 hours apart...in different states, and all...and it still worked out for us...we've been married 5 1/2 years.)
REB