Anstice
Apr 11, 2011, 05:24 PM
We had been dating for a year and four months. We met each other when we were both young. He is two years younger than me. I lived with him and we lived with his mother.
Our relationship was generally a happy one. Of course we had our arguments like most people do. However, over the last few months, it was getting more and more strained between us because money problems were getting tighter (what with gas prices sky-rocketing and both of us having jobs where we didn't work that often) and his friend would continually stay over. When his friend would stay, he would stay for days at a time, and they would do nothing but play XBOX all day. This strained the relationship between he and I more because it was hard to spend alone time with him unless it was while we were going to bed; but I never dreamed of leaving because I love him. And I know that he just wanted to help his friend because his home life wasn't that great.
Throughout our relationship, he told me that he knew that I was "the one." I have always had issues with my family because they've never seemed to care as much about me as they do other family members, and I was always just pushed aside and placed where ever there was room. A month before we broke up, he told me that he loved me and that "this" would always be my home.
The last few weeks of our relationship were harder than most because his friend was at our house for a stretch of about two weeks without leaving. I was annoyed. I just wanted my boyfriend back. I went and hung out with my girl friend a lot, trying to do something for myself to make it not seem so bad that we weren't spending a lot of time together. Of course, we fought through this time. Really, I didn't think things were going as bad as they could have been, considering; but the last few days, it all came crashing down. We were irritated with each other from lack of contact and communication and things just fell apart.
He told me that he had put his heart and soul into our relationship, had jumped in with both feet, had loved me more than his life, but I wasn't a priority anymore. He had things that he wanted to go out and do without having to have me in tow, such as: perhaps going to a culinary school and getting another job to help pay bills. He told me it didn't end with us. That he still wanted to be my friend, he wanted to be loyal and honest, and there for me. And that there were no guarantees, but that we could get back together in the future if things worked out right and if we were both living our lives to the fullest.
We've only been broken up for four days. I've done the stupid thing and gone to his house (which used to be my home) and begged him not to do this. I'm dying inside. He has been my best friend and the one person that got me through everything for over a year. I never went a day without seeing him. And now it feels like a combine has ripped me to pieces. I had to go back to my mother's house where there are four adults living in the same place with no room whatsoever. There are two beds and one couch. Guess who doesn't have a place to sleep? I don't have friends. And I work at a very small, privately owned store that his mother manages. It's killing me to see her and not be able to see or talk to him. He told me that he wants space for a little while.
I don't know what to do here. I know that eventually, it will get easier; but I have nothing else. He and his mother were my saviors.
Am I fighting a losing battle in thinking that he might change his mind? How do I cope?
Our relationship was generally a happy one. Of course we had our arguments like most people do. However, over the last few months, it was getting more and more strained between us because money problems were getting tighter (what with gas prices sky-rocketing and both of us having jobs where we didn't work that often) and his friend would continually stay over. When his friend would stay, he would stay for days at a time, and they would do nothing but play XBOX all day. This strained the relationship between he and I more because it was hard to spend alone time with him unless it was while we were going to bed; but I never dreamed of leaving because I love him. And I know that he just wanted to help his friend because his home life wasn't that great.
Throughout our relationship, he told me that he knew that I was "the one." I have always had issues with my family because they've never seemed to care as much about me as they do other family members, and I was always just pushed aside and placed where ever there was room. A month before we broke up, he told me that he loved me and that "this" would always be my home.
The last few weeks of our relationship were harder than most because his friend was at our house for a stretch of about two weeks without leaving. I was annoyed. I just wanted my boyfriend back. I went and hung out with my girl friend a lot, trying to do something for myself to make it not seem so bad that we weren't spending a lot of time together. Of course, we fought through this time. Really, I didn't think things were going as bad as they could have been, considering; but the last few days, it all came crashing down. We were irritated with each other from lack of contact and communication and things just fell apart.
He told me that he had put his heart and soul into our relationship, had jumped in with both feet, had loved me more than his life, but I wasn't a priority anymore. He had things that he wanted to go out and do without having to have me in tow, such as: perhaps going to a culinary school and getting another job to help pay bills. He told me it didn't end with us. That he still wanted to be my friend, he wanted to be loyal and honest, and there for me. And that there were no guarantees, but that we could get back together in the future if things worked out right and if we were both living our lives to the fullest.
We've only been broken up for four days. I've done the stupid thing and gone to his house (which used to be my home) and begged him not to do this. I'm dying inside. He has been my best friend and the one person that got me through everything for over a year. I never went a day without seeing him. And now it feels like a combine has ripped me to pieces. I had to go back to my mother's house where there are four adults living in the same place with no room whatsoever. There are two beds and one couch. Guess who doesn't have a place to sleep? I don't have friends. And I work at a very small, privately owned store that his mother manages. It's killing me to see her and not be able to see or talk to him. He told me that he wants space for a little while.
I don't know what to do here. I know that eventually, it will get easier; but I have nothing else. He and his mother were my saviors.
Am I fighting a losing battle in thinking that he might change his mind? How do I cope?