I once dated a girl who I thought I was in love with. Of course, it wasn't love it was more of an infactuation. I was loyal, caring and nice to her. I bended over backwards for her. I'd drive over 40 minutes to her house some nights to see her, and I would even go at around 2am, even though I'd have work the next morning. I'd drive about 45 in city traffic to go see her while she was at work. I pretty much drove everywhere since she didn't have a license. I put off spending time with family and friends to spend extra time with her.
She dumped me about once a month it seemed. It almost became clockwork. She'd find a reason to leave me. Some of them were, her dad didn't approve of her dating, she didn't think I was good enough, I was too nice, I was scaring her away by being so caring and bending over backwards for her or I wasn't caring enough. I would fight for our relationship for hours and try to sell her on us and staying together.
She constantly said I was naive since I was opptimistic about life. Since I believed that people could be genuinely good. I thought I would amount to a lot, but she said I never would, because its unrealistic. Basically, she called me a child for being opptimistic and having a positive outlook on life. To her, I was a child and I should be more demanding in life, put myself before others and be more of a hard nosed person.
Eventually, she dumped me again. This time because I couldn't make it out into the city at around midnight to pick up her and her friend from a club.
But this time I didn't spend three hours on the phone trying to beg her to come back. I said Ok. Fine, it's over. I had enough and she finally pushed me to the edge. She pretty much spent the next six months chasing me. Coming to my campus to see me, showing up when I was meeting my friends to go hang out. Calling me, IMing me, E-Mailing me. Each time I said no. Eventually she stopped when I began dating another girl a few months later.
The lesson here is through it all, I don't blame her for the way things turned out. I could easily be angry that she wanted me to be an asshole and took for granted how much I cared about her and how nice I was to her. The ironic thing was that she was right. I was naive. I was too nice. She was the one who turned me into an asshole by dumping me monthly. After we broke up when she was chasing me, I was a cold blooded asshole. I ignored her, I was blunt with her, and I told her straight up how she treated me like garbage and took everything I did for her for granted. And that she messed up. I became the person, the asshole, that she wanted. But of course, the end result is that you always want what you can't have.
The women who want that asshole will one day strive for the nice guy instead. And eventually there is someone who will appreciate what you do for them.