Hi all.
So, on July 4th, my so-called fiance ended our 2.5-year-long relationship. Well, it was two years and eight months to the day.
We had issues, and I feel like I've probably written about them here. He was lazy, unambitious, and he just generally did not have his life together. I didn't have mine together either, thanks to long-term unintentional unemployment, but I wasn't satisfied with or complacent about it. He was dissatisfied with his life, but not enough to do anything about it. That was only one of my frustrations with him.
I told him, on July 4th, before I went to visit my mom and sister for the holidays, that I was considering moving back home. I felt that we needed physical space - NOT space from the relationship. He felt that we needed more than space. He said that he didn't see things changing and that we were both unhappy. So he said he didn't want the relationship to continue.
I know it's for the best. I knew it would come to this because we are so different. But... I loved him. I stayed, for years, despite my frustrations with him. And my issues with him started popping up early into the relationship (like, three months in). I wanted to stay because he made me laugh, he got me a puppy (who is STILL the love of my life), and ... I loved him. I got very close with his mother and his brothers. It was really serious.
It hurts to look at my phone and not see a text message. It's like ... he doesn't even care. It's as if he turned off his feelings so easily. The next day, I asked him, "Do you just not care to see our dog ever again?" (I know, that's lame). Our dog slept between us in the bed every night, and he kissed him like ... you could see the love in his eyes, or so I thought. His response? "I got him as a gift to you."
...
Like, WHO ARE YOU? I don't get it. We've had issues and arguments, but this is just strange to me. I'm starting to feel that he's seeing someone else.
As I said, I know that we were not compatible. My issue is that I feel so discarded, and by someone I love. This wasn't like any of my other relationships; we were engaged, and I saw his family every single day. And, from July 3rd to July 4th, he just completely changed. He doesn't care how I feel; he doesn't care if I'm crying, coping or happy right now. He just doesn't care. I don't get it.
I can understand that he might have gotten frustrated because he was paying all of the bills. I get that. But... me moving out would have fixed that. I was going to move back to my hometown, where there are more jobs. I thought that when we both got our lives together, we could live together again with the relationship never ending. Instead, he called for a complete termination of our relationship. I never called for an end to the relationship, despite my previously mentioned frustration, the fact that I did all of the cooking and the cleaning, the fact that we used my car solely (since his has been broken since the day I met him), and the fact that his parents, for whom he worked, did not respect him.
As dumb as it sounds, I THINK I want him back. I feel like he, our dog and I were a family. I miss having that.
My questions are these: 1) How do I stop feeling sorry for myself? 2) I have to go back next week to get my things. If I see him, how am I supposed to act? 3) Should I not even want him back?
Thank you all! I'm a mess.
So, on July 4th, my so-called fiance ended our 2.5-year-long relationship. Well, it was two years and eight months to the day.
We had issues, and I feel like I've probably written about them here. He was lazy, unambitious, and he just generally did not have his life together. I didn't have mine together either, thanks to long-term unintentional unemployment, but I wasn't satisfied with or complacent about it. He was dissatisfied with his life, but not enough to do anything about it. That was only one of my frustrations with him.
I told him, on July 4th, before I went to visit my mom and sister for the holidays, that I was considering moving back home. I felt that we needed physical space - NOT space from the relationship. He felt that we needed more than space. He said that he didn't see things changing and that we were both unhappy. So he said he didn't want the relationship to continue.
I know it's for the best. I knew it would come to this because we are so different. But... I loved him. I stayed, for years, despite my frustrations with him. And my issues with him started popping up early into the relationship (like, three months in). I wanted to stay because he made me laugh, he got me a puppy (who is STILL the love of my life), and ... I loved him. I got very close with his mother and his brothers. It was really serious.
It hurts to look at my phone and not see a text message. It's like ... he doesn't even care. It's as if he turned off his feelings so easily. The next day, I asked him, "Do you just not care to see our dog ever again?" (I know, that's lame). Our dog slept between us in the bed every night, and he kissed him like ... you could see the love in his eyes, or so I thought. His response? "I got him as a gift to you."
...
Like, WHO ARE YOU? I don't get it. We've had issues and arguments, but this is just strange to me. I'm starting to feel that he's seeing someone else.
As I said, I know that we were not compatible. My issue is that I feel so discarded, and by someone I love. This wasn't like any of my other relationships; we were engaged, and I saw his family every single day. And, from July 3rd to July 4th, he just completely changed. He doesn't care how I feel; he doesn't care if I'm crying, coping or happy right now. He just doesn't care. I don't get it.
I can understand that he might have gotten frustrated because he was paying all of the bills. I get that. But... me moving out would have fixed that. I was going to move back to my hometown, where there are more jobs. I thought that when we both got our lives together, we could live together again with the relationship never ending. Instead, he called for a complete termination of our relationship. I never called for an end to the relationship, despite my previously mentioned frustration, the fact that I did all of the cooking and the cleaning, the fact that we used my car solely (since his has been broken since the day I met him), and the fact that his parents, for whom he worked, did not respect him.
As dumb as it sounds, I THINK I want him back. I feel like he, our dog and I were a family. I miss having that.
My questions are these: 1) How do I stop feeling sorry for myself? 2) I have to go back next week to get my things. If I see him, how am I supposed to act? 3) Should I not even want him back?
Thank you all! I'm a mess.