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After lurking for a few days and finding a lot of comfort in this section of this forum, I decided to go ahead and register. My story:

 

My ex and I were together for two months shy of two years. In fact, the break up fight came days after I reminded him of our upcoming anniversary.

 

I didn't get into a relationship with him for the right reasons. I was happy being single. I was comfortable that way. My 3 year relationship with my previous live-in bf had ended and it hadn't been very terrible. I didn't cry much at all. It ended when we both knew it was over and neither of us begged or played games (maybe him a little bit). The guy before HIM was another couple of years and had been the first to break my heart. And he broke it HARD. I developed a drinking problem. I had no idea what to do with myself. I totally regret going down that road and I don't view the recovery as normal or healthy in any way. I even took him back about half a year later only to find he was still a suspicious crazy person, getting on my computer pretending to be an a**hole version of me and contacting every guy on my AOL messenger (it was a long time ago, heh) and dumped him and broke HIS heart. Back to this last guy, people were giving me a hard time for being single for three years. Sure, I had relationships of a few months here and there but meh. So, when I started dating this guy... he's rich, he travels all of the time. This worked well for me because I didn't have to worry about a deadbeat mooching off of me and he was gone a lot so it wouldn't interfere with work. He was also so completely self-absorbed which bugged me to no end but I ignored it. And then I fell in love with him and we went to Paris, traveled all over the world. But, I decided in December that I want to change "jobs". I'm a stripper currently. Yes, I went to college and I have an amazing family and I work hard and all of the time, saving my money. But, I want something to be PROUD of and I love people and... I want to be a nurse... I think. So, I started plans for nursing school. Nursing school is grueling. It hasn't started yet, but it is. And I told him that. And that's when things started falling apart. That backstory is important because I finally reached out for "closure" after two weeks of the break up fight and received and email that I basically didn't fit in with his lifestyle. He said he was halfway ready to retire and I was only starting my career. (He's 43 and I'm 31... Don't judge. Even feeling like this I know deep down that I look good.) He said I needed a 9-5 guy to curl up on the couch with at night and watch TV. That he didn't want that and I deserved better. That he still wanted to be friends (yea right). So, I try to better myself and he DUMPS me for it? But, I KNOW it's true... really really deep down, I know it is. And not for his reasons. He wasn't emotionally available. I would make him dinner and he would complain that "It wasn't as seasoned as last time" or whatever and then bury his face in his work. I found his active online dating profile even though he was "just looking". (He was. I made him fork over his password to prove it and he had only been favoriting girls... throughout our entire relationship. My birthday, v-day, our anniversaries...) So, why is it so hard to move on? I feel like I've never done this before. At least not in the healthy way. But, I can't go to work depressed as hell and I have more than enough savings to support that feeling for a few months. I try to get out of the house once a day even for a short walk and, when I'm somehow stronger, a short trip to the gym. It's been over two weeks and I feel like such a loser... That leaving the house is some huge accomplishment? Yay, I vacuumed for five minutes, I must be feeing better! I feel like this is abnormally long. And it sucks. I did okay the first week. I even worked. I guess it was denial because I made the HUGE mistake of checking to see if he was online dating and there were his profiles. I started vomiting, I was so upset. I had to get over it all again for maybe 5 days only to get a 1:30am text and call waking me to tell me he had to return my things. That's when I realized I should block his numbers. Which I did. Then the, "Is he going to just show up with my things?" thoughts starting torturing me. So, I wrote him an email. I told him that he was blocked and that it was so I could get over the break up and heal. That he could leave my things at my parents house while they were at work because I couldn't deal. The fool wrote me back. Told me I didn't have to block him. I told him it was to protect myself. That I knew he would never text me and tell me that he wanted to work it out or anything that I needed to hear. So, that's when he wrote the long letter of explanation about how he wants to keep traveling and I can't/ don't want to with school and my own needs about solidarity. I can't say I regret that contact. It's better than that horrible fight. Is that weird? I feel like that's as close to closure as anyone can get. It doesn't fix the heartache but maybe it did a little? Then why am I crying all over again? I'd gone for days with that horrible sadness but not to the point of crying.

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After lurking for a few days and finding a lot of comfort in this section of this forum, I decided to go ahead and register. My story:

 

I started reading but that huge wall of text hurt my eyes.

 

Not sure if I need glasses or something but I find when people don't break up their text I can't finish reading it.

 

Sorry :(

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