Giving my ex-gf some space.
I was in a relationship with a girl that I thought the world of for around 6 years and we lived together for 3. Recently I went on a trip and while I was gone she took all of our stuff and moved out, leaving me with nothing but my clothes. She had been contemplating breaking up in order to deal with issues from her past (she was molested and was seeing a psychiatrist and was medicated). I knew that I wasn't the worlds greatest boyfriend but I was far from the worst. In fact, the main reason I loved her was because she had been through all this and I didn't think she would have been the person I loved if it didn't happen so it was a catch-22 situation. I really tried to not put her in any situations which would cause her to think that I was like these men who had mistreated her in the past and consequently our love life suffered and along with it other facets of our relationship. This was very frustrating for me but I never even thought about going elsewhere to fulfill this need. I really thought that this was a testament to how I felt about her and so I was very proud of myself. She initially wanted to take a break to have some space for herself but I instead told her that it has to be over. I immediately regretted this decision but she decided to move on right after I said this. I have sacrificed so much for her and completely neglected myself in many ways because I thought she would eventually feel better about her past and I would be a reason for this. We didn't speak for around a month and then we started spending time together for around a month afterwards. She then decided that she needs more time alone and that perhaps she wants to find someone else. Im not upset with her but instead I am kicking myself. When she first told me about the abuse I never thought twice about leaving her but instead decided to carry her baggage with her because I really loved her and never met a woman like her. I thought that she was the one for me and decided to make a commitment to never ever hurting her and doing my best to deal with her problems even though in the back of my mind I fully expected something like this to happen. Im the only guy she has ever told this to and one of her friends told her that she should basically never tell her next boyfriend because it will cause problems if she does. I think that she wants to be with a guy who doesn't know all this so that the problems that we had won't exist. I hate to think that her next boyfriend would value her less if she told him, when her value went up in my eyes after she told me. That is what really torments me because I know that I actually do care about her more than I did myself and probably more than any other man will. I guess my question is: Even though I still madly love and care for her should I just forget about her?
Are we all damaged beyond repair?
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I know that I might be making an overgeneralization about this but, it seems to me that not many people end up being with the person that they really want or love. I feel that we mostly modify some of our feelings and call them love in order for our lives to fit a certain script. And also the word love itself has lost its edge because of overuse and how we apply it to almost anything we kind of like. The enemy of love is life and we always put life (or whatever romantic notion we have about it) first even though eventually we realize that it is all meaningless because you do not have your true love. Everyone says to move on while fully realizing that it is impossible to because eventually it will all come back to haunt you. I have given pure, true unconditional love twice before and lost it due to circumstance. Not the hollywood, lusty, sappy type of immediately gratifying love driven solely by self interest, but the type that was completely unconditional and grew through exploration of the other persons life which made me want nothing but the best for them and then turned into respect and me wanting to do nothing but honour them. This occurred to the point where I can say that I honestly never expected anything in return. I worked hard to be a man and had to make some tough decisions to make my love see that I actually cared about her and was not there for superficial reasons. I treated them in the way that I wanted to be treated. These two incidents have broken me and now my reservoir is completely dry. I see people as completely selfish above all else.
I guess what I am trying to ask is: If you see the world for the way it is rather than how you would like it to be, is it possible to ever be truly happy in love? Or are we all just making the best of whatever wreckage we find along the way?