So my SO and I were together for almost 2 years... We were Long distance for about 6 months and then he came to visit me and I went back to Australia with him... We had our tough times in Australia because his mother and I clashed over certain things, but we got through it and things seemed better when moved out with his friend to an apartment. We still had some fights, but that was normal. Things were better. I started school, he started working full time so we didn't have much time off, so the time that we did have off we spent together... My first semester of school was a blur ebcause we were both so busy, but we made it work. Then during my second semester I started questioning if I really wanted to become a teacher and I got really stressed out which put stress on our relationship. We were fighting more and I was more easily upset. Now I know I shouldn't have taken it out on him, but he was really the only family/rock I had in Australia because my family was back in MA. Then he got stressed about work and about everyone trying to tell him what to do with his life... He started talking about breaking up with me so I could be happier and go back to America to be with my family, which made me say to him that I was happier there with him than I would with my family without him and I promised to work on my depression, which had been acting up at the time, and to try and be show that I was happy there... A couple of days later I asked him if he was thinking of breaking up with me and he said of course not, how could I think that... So I let it go. Then 3 weeks ago on Tuesday he was acting very distant and strange... he was less talkative and wasn't very affectionate. That night when we went to bed, I asked him if he had thought of breaking up with me before when we were going through one of our rough patches before and he said no, so I asked why he was thinking of breaking up with me recently and he dropped the bomb. "I don't think I want to be with you anymore." Hearing those words killed me. I was hysterical... I called my mom and we talked for a bit and he kept saying he was sorry. I asked if we could try taking a break and I would move out to a friend's house and we could have space and he said he didn't believe in breaks. So we were broken up... He seemed very confused as to why he was breaking up with me... He wasn't happy in our relationship, he still loved me, he didn't love me as much, he wasn't unhappy but he wasn't happy, he still loved me... I had to spend 2 weeks in Sydney while I waiting for my final exam to finish my course at uni... I spent the first couple of days at the house with him and then I decided to move out to a friend's house, but it was harder being there so I decided to move back to the house we shared with 2 of his friends, but then it was just awkward... so I moved to his mom's house... We saw each other every couple of days, but as the days went on we started fighting more. On the last Friday I was there I went out with friends one last time to go drinking and hit our favorite club. I got home to our house at 3 am and he was no where to be found... Now I was pretty drunk and so I called him and he said he was at the hospital with his friend who was sick, so I decided to go even though he told me not to (I don't remember him saying this.) I grabbed some pajama pants and his phone charger and my roommate called a taxi for me and off I went. I got there and he wanted nothing to do with me so I gave him his stuff and left... I guess on the way out I said "What an asshole" which I don't remember... but then I got home and went to sleep. He came home the next morning to get some stuff and we talked about what had happened and then he went on his way. That night I went to his mom's house and she and I talked a lot and she was pretty harsh with what she was telling me... and it really hurt... He called me and talked me down from crying and we decided on meeting on Sunday for lunch and then spending Monday, my last day in Sydney, together... So we met up on Sunday and it wasn't too bad... Monday we hung out and emotions were running high so we got into a couple of fights, but we spent our last night in our house and then I got ready to go on Tuesday. He never cried at the airport... I was a mess... Asking him not to make me leave, he said I had to.... it'd be easier on the both of us... So off I went. Things have been easier here, but I still miss him and it's hard not to talk to him. I want him back, but the ball is in his court... I promised I wouldn't talk to him for a couple of months, but I don't know if I will make it...
I just want to get back together with him.
I just want to get back together with him.
Comment