Dealing with a painful break up.
I was off and on with this guy for 5 and a half years. For the last 3, we lived together. We were engaged. We had our ups and downs. Suffered with infertility, were away from each other for months due to a family emergency, and a few other things. He yelled at me a lot when we argued; that is mostly what I remember not liking. And, my heart has always been with my family and in the south. I rarely got to see them while living up north.
On May 7th, I packed up my stuff and drove 14 hours to move back home. I thought it was what I wanted. I was SURE it was.
I didn't contact him at all for the first month. It was easy. I talked to other guys, hung out with friends, life was good. Now we're into July, and I don't think I can go one more day without him. I literally feel like I'm dying sometimes.
I know, that sounds crazy.. and I realize and accept that. I'm only 21. I'm enrolled for the fall semester to go back to school. I have a bright future ahead of me and a supportive family. I can look at the situation from the outside and see the world is at my fingertips.
But.
I can't help but want to pack my SUV back up and move back in with him. I spend every few hours crying my eyes out. Same story as many people here, I'm sure.
I've called him. He ignored me for a while and answered a few times. We text every now and then, rarely. I wrote him a huge e-mail and he wrote me one back. He basically said he loves me and misses me, but we're on different paths now. And that just because you love someone, that doesn't mean that person brings out the best in you. He hasn't replied to my last email or answered any texts/calls. So, I guess he's pretty much done with me forever :(
I just can't even breathe sometimes. I know it's been said before, but I really don't think anyone will ever love me the way he did or that I can love someone like I loved him.
Every.single.thing. Reminds me of him. I'm sure it's because almost all of my memories since I was 15 involve him.
I just need reassurance that this will somehow get easier. That maybe I will actually love someone again or that someone could possibly love me. I'm sorry for whining and crying, but I just have no one to turn to.
I spent the day painting, hoping to release some of my emotions.. because I knew the night time insomnia and tears were coming. But, it didn't help. Sigh. :(