We've been together almost 2.5 years, living together just over 1 year. I don't think it's working anymore.
We started long distance, meet up a handful of times. I threw the deadline out there, that we needed to be close distance by September of that year, we had 9 months. We debated over who would move where, neither of us wanted to leave our families, both of us could transfer our jobs, it was 50/50. Then his roommate said it would be OK if I moved in. Not a long term solution but it's easier looking for a place together if we were together in person. He was worried I would resent him if he made me move out to him. He didn't make me, I don't resent him. Long story short, we closed the distance a few days short of our September '14 deadline.
It's been a year now, and what a year it's been. We started off really happy and positive and then hit a few bumps. I found out, less than a month after I moved in, that he had been having doubts that my transfer was going to go through. He'd been trying to contact other girls about a few weeks before I found out my transfer date. Nothing came of it, to my knowledge. But after spending the first year and a half defending him, saying there is no possible way he would even think of cheating on me, it was kind of a slap in the face.
Couple months later it's the holiday season. This is the first time I've moved out of my parents house and the first time id be away from them for the holidays. So I threw myself into making the best first Christmas ever. I was crapped on. He mocked and shot down all of my ideas and made me feel stupid for caring as much as I did. He was moody and depressed all winter.
It got better in February through the beginning of spring. Then the fighting intensified seemingly out of no where. I told him we need to work on us or I can't do it anymore. The roller coaster of good days, bad weeks, bad days, good weeks continued until now.
So a year later and I am exactly where I was last year. Same house and all. I was told I don't have to live here anymore but he and the roommate each own half the house and he couldn't do anything for another 2-3 years. If I had known this before I moved, I wouldn't be here right now. It was never my intention to three's company it with him and the roommate longer than a few months. I asked him if he wanted me around after all this fighting and what not, he told me he wanted me to suffer with him through the next few years but that he wasn't sure us being alone would fix a lot of our problems.
I'm at fault of course too. I bottle my emotions until I snap and yell. I also grew up fighting with my brother, I'm awful when I fight with my words. When I get depressed I stop caring and get lazy.
Now I'm done. I miss home, I miss being happy, I'm tired of asking why he won't hold me or kiss me, I'm tired of being told that I have to earn his affection. I'm tired but I still love him? Everything would be easier if I still didn't care so much about him. But maybe I need to put myself first?
Ideally I move back home, we go back to long distance, he finishes whatever here and then moves to where I am and we are perfect again. That's not going to happen though.
He isn't the type of guy who would throw me out and it's not like me wanting to go back home is a surprise to him. But this is my first actual relationship, I don't know how to break up with someone, I don't know how I'm going to handle it. It's going to be awkward trying to get back home. I just don't know what to do. I can put in for a transfer in a few days, do I wait until I have a transfer? It took months last time. I have somewhere to live back home and a few people who could help me move on a moment's notice. I just don't know.
Has anyone else been in this situation? It ends and you need to go back? Any advice?
We started long distance, meet up a handful of times. I threw the deadline out there, that we needed to be close distance by September of that year, we had 9 months. We debated over who would move where, neither of us wanted to leave our families, both of us could transfer our jobs, it was 50/50. Then his roommate said it would be OK if I moved in. Not a long term solution but it's easier looking for a place together if we were together in person. He was worried I would resent him if he made me move out to him. He didn't make me, I don't resent him. Long story short, we closed the distance a few days short of our September '14 deadline.
It's been a year now, and what a year it's been. We started off really happy and positive and then hit a few bumps. I found out, less than a month after I moved in, that he had been having doubts that my transfer was going to go through. He'd been trying to contact other girls about a few weeks before I found out my transfer date. Nothing came of it, to my knowledge. But after spending the first year and a half defending him, saying there is no possible way he would even think of cheating on me, it was kind of a slap in the face.
Couple months later it's the holiday season. This is the first time I've moved out of my parents house and the first time id be away from them for the holidays. So I threw myself into making the best first Christmas ever. I was crapped on. He mocked and shot down all of my ideas and made me feel stupid for caring as much as I did. He was moody and depressed all winter.
It got better in February through the beginning of spring. Then the fighting intensified seemingly out of no where. I told him we need to work on us or I can't do it anymore. The roller coaster of good days, bad weeks, bad days, good weeks continued until now.
So a year later and I am exactly where I was last year. Same house and all. I was told I don't have to live here anymore but he and the roommate each own half the house and he couldn't do anything for another 2-3 years. If I had known this before I moved, I wouldn't be here right now. It was never my intention to three's company it with him and the roommate longer than a few months. I asked him if he wanted me around after all this fighting and what not, he told me he wanted me to suffer with him through the next few years but that he wasn't sure us being alone would fix a lot of our problems.
I'm at fault of course too. I bottle my emotions until I snap and yell. I also grew up fighting with my brother, I'm awful when I fight with my words. When I get depressed I stop caring and get lazy.
Now I'm done. I miss home, I miss being happy, I'm tired of asking why he won't hold me or kiss me, I'm tired of being told that I have to earn his affection. I'm tired but I still love him? Everything would be easier if I still didn't care so much about him. But maybe I need to put myself first?
Ideally I move back home, we go back to long distance, he finishes whatever here and then moves to where I am and we are perfect again. That's not going to happen though.
He isn't the type of guy who would throw me out and it's not like me wanting to go back home is a surprise to him. But this is my first actual relationship, I don't know how to break up with someone, I don't know how I'm going to handle it. It's going to be awkward trying to get back home. I just don't know what to do. I can put in for a transfer in a few days, do I wait until I have a transfer? It took months last time. I have somewhere to live back home and a few people who could help me move on a moment's notice. I just don't know.
Has anyone else been in this situation? It ends and you need to go back? Any advice?
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