What's it like for your girlfriend to stay up in the middle of the night and call other boys?

I've been through something similar. She texted each other with boys and put up with it; Call and chat with each other, bear with it; Watching movies together, forbearing; Singing night owls together, I put up with it again; When she went to a nightclub with a boy and didn't come home all night, I solemnly talked to her for the first time about the necessary bottom line between lovers. The argument is not as stubborn as imagined, and even a little touching. Everything is clear. I came out of the memory killing in the past three years, and her red eyes told me that I wouldn't do it again. But like the prelude to any novel plot, the surprising calm always indicates something. Two days later, we finally broke up, and I looked puzzled. Her reason is that I didn't give her enough space. This is immature love, selfish and suffocating. In the subsequent 100 phone calls, I finally believed that I had joined the blacklist gloriously.