bleedingtears
Sep 22, 2012, 11:15 PM
I'm just wondering, would anyone be willing read this and respond? I'm scared to discuss how moving in with my boyfriend has made our relationship negative.
You see, before we got together, I said, "are you sure you want me?" "I'm broken." "My heart isn't sure how to believe that you'd want to be with someone whose heart is broken in so many pieces." But, he said, "I want to help put the pieces back together." Would you believe those words? I melted. I did. I believed what he said.
He was wonderful. He put up with me. He made me laugh. He was always attentive. His lips seemed to know my heart. I was so loved. I felt it. We were inseparable.
I felt it in his touch how he longed to be with me after work and would always call, just because. I even felt loved when we were apart because when I walked through the door he would lovingly embrace me. When he saw me he'd immediately be affectionate. I felt like I was alive around him. I felt like I had never known love, until he showed me what it felt to be loved by him.
Now, writing this down, brings a smile to my face. Reminiscing of the time that I felt his heart beating for me, and I for him. I sometimes look at our photos, wondering, "where did those people go?" Where did we go? How did I get to this place?
I was such a happy college-girl. I worked and went to school. I studied so hard and my clinicals rotations were brutal, but all the time I didn't give up. I honestly felt sincerely loved because he showed me: even with no makeup, head in a book, studying and going hours without sleep, he reinforced how much he wanted me. He knew exactly how to relieve my stress.
I was so grateful to have someone be encouraging throughout my studies. I could not have had been able to sit for my state board exam and earned my license, if not for his emotional support. Now I'm working in the hospital but he said, "it's time to pay him back for all the change he spent on me." I was shocked. I feel hurt right now. I don't know what to do.
We've been together for four years and eight months. I want our relationship to work, but I feel ever since we recently moved-in together, our relationship is no longer what it used to be.
I want to save our relationship. I gave him my heart. He's my air. He told me, "he wanted to be with me no matter what." I believe in him, in us.
What am I supposed to do when my heart is torn up. I expressed that we never fought over finances when I had my own place. I want to be with him but I told him, "it would be healthier for us if I moved," than my boyfriend said, "I need you to help pay for our living expenses."
I feel emotionally drained about his constant reminders that, "he's given so much, that I will never be able to give him as much as what he's given me."
When he said that, I felt my heart drop. I never thought he was keeping tabs on who gives who what, or how much. I had thought when you give someone something, its because you are thinking of them.
If I was giving, it was because I wanted to. Never did I think receiving a gift from him was collateral. Never would I have thought one day I would be told, "I've given you so much what are you going to give me." You don't give with expectations of something in return, right? Every gift I gave him was from my heart, my love, thinking of him.
Prior to moving-in, he always acted as though I was worth it, he'd even say, "that I was worth it." I felt loved. I felt this guy was different. I felt he sincerely cared. I want to be with him. I want to stop the tears from falling. I'm so hurt. I'm so emotionally drained about our situation. I co-signed our lease. I want to be together, but I feel unhealthy living together. I can't believe he said, "he needs me to make money." I don't even know if anyone is out there reading this, sigh.
You see, before we got together, I said, "are you sure you want me?" "I'm broken." "My heart isn't sure how to believe that you'd want to be with someone whose heart is broken in so many pieces." But, he said, "I want to help put the pieces back together." Would you believe those words? I melted. I did. I believed what he said.
He was wonderful. He put up with me. He made me laugh. He was always attentive. His lips seemed to know my heart. I was so loved. I felt it. We were inseparable.
I felt it in his touch how he longed to be with me after work and would always call, just because. I even felt loved when we were apart because when I walked through the door he would lovingly embrace me. When he saw me he'd immediately be affectionate. I felt like I was alive around him. I felt like I had never known love, until he showed me what it felt to be loved by him.
Now, writing this down, brings a smile to my face. Reminiscing of the time that I felt his heart beating for me, and I for him. I sometimes look at our photos, wondering, "where did those people go?" Where did we go? How did I get to this place?
I was such a happy college-girl. I worked and went to school. I studied so hard and my clinicals rotations were brutal, but all the time I didn't give up. I honestly felt sincerely loved because he showed me: even with no makeup, head in a book, studying and going hours without sleep, he reinforced how much he wanted me. He knew exactly how to relieve my stress.
I was so grateful to have someone be encouraging throughout my studies. I could not have had been able to sit for my state board exam and earned my license, if not for his emotional support. Now I'm working in the hospital but he said, "it's time to pay him back for all the change he spent on me." I was shocked. I feel hurt right now. I don't know what to do.
We've been together for four years and eight months. I want our relationship to work, but I feel ever since we recently moved-in together, our relationship is no longer what it used to be.
I want to save our relationship. I gave him my heart. He's my air. He told me, "he wanted to be with me no matter what." I believe in him, in us.
What am I supposed to do when my heart is torn up. I expressed that we never fought over finances when I had my own place. I want to be with him but I told him, "it would be healthier for us if I moved," than my boyfriend said, "I need you to help pay for our living expenses."
I feel emotionally drained about his constant reminders that, "he's given so much, that I will never be able to give him as much as what he's given me."
When he said that, I felt my heart drop. I never thought he was keeping tabs on who gives who what, or how much. I had thought when you give someone something, its because you are thinking of them.
If I was giving, it was because I wanted to. Never did I think receiving a gift from him was collateral. Never would I have thought one day I would be told, "I've given you so much what are you going to give me." You don't give with expectations of something in return, right? Every gift I gave him was from my heart, my love, thinking of him.
Prior to moving-in, he always acted as though I was worth it, he'd even say, "that I was worth it." I felt loved. I felt this guy was different. I felt he sincerely cared. I want to be with him. I want to stop the tears from falling. I'm so hurt. I'm so emotionally drained about our situation. I co-signed our lease. I want to be together, but I feel unhealthy living together. I can't believe he said, "he needs me to make money." I don't even know if anyone is out there reading this, sigh.