I'm not sure if this is really question, or really more; a vent.
She broke up with me about a week ago. We’d been together just over a year. About 3 weeks prior to the break up, I admitted to her for the first time that I have some semi-deep seated insecurities about myself, which I’ve had for a long time. She felt overwhelmed by this, as she has assumed that my recent (past few months) insecurities had been my due to my poor job and putting on some weight. She would tell me that I was beautiful/intelligent/great etc, but due to the vicious circle that is pessimism I just couldn’t hear her through the white noise of self-defeat. I didn’t act, I didn’t improve; I just wallowed. I think she had become quite exasperated as I also have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, which she just couldn’t comprehend or understand. What kind of man demands to go home as he’s about to collapse after being out for a few hours?
She would make up slight excuses as to why she didn’t want to go out anymore. I felt a bit suffocated as we just sat around her flat when we saw each other (semi-LDR – 2 hour travel time), and it all got a bit too complacent (I had assumed that we were just becoming more comfortable with each other).
At any rate, that event 3 weeks prior to the break up spurred her to take a look at the relationship, and how happy she was in it. She hug out more with a guy from work who lived locally, even though that she claimed to not be interested in him (I maintain that she was only “using” him as a solace buddy – which in itself raises questions), and stopped talking with me as much on week days (even though everything was great again at the weekends when we did meet up). She never expressively said that she needed space, and being male, I didn’t get it through my thick head!
However, it had finally (after many relationships and many years of sadness) got through to me that I was too insecure, and changing that would be of a huge benefit to not only our relationship, but more importantly, to me. Unfortunately, she didn’t really see it that (perhaps because I’d only just started my medication and was a bit weirded out) way, and just saw it as a desperate attempt at saving her for myself (okok, perhaps it was a bit, at the time). She also has her insecurities and problems, which do effect me and how I see myself.
[She had started a new job just as we started going out, and had just moved to be closer to that job, and she was having a really hard time. She would cry continually and talk about ending her life, and how she had moved away from her family & friends. I was there for her throughout all of that (about 4 months) and was pretty steadfast throughout.]
A week before she broke it off, she said that it might be “too late”, at which point I really put the effort in. I stopped phoning as much, wrote some really positive emails to her from work, read a lot of confidence building books & websites, demanded that my qualification regarding work be hurried up so that I could take the next step, rewrote my CV, applied for jobs, started working out, etc.
She phoned up to break it off, even though I was supposed to see her that weekend, as she said that it would be “too awkward” (for her, no doubt). I brought up that I was changing for myself, and for the better, but she said that it was too late and wasn’t having fun anymore. We discussed various things, and I (rather tearfully, I’m afraid) almost pleaded for a chance to prove that things would be better and that I wanted to save the relationship. She said no, but she still loved me, she was “kind of” confused, and we could see how it lay in a “month or two”.
Fortunately (or not) I had already booked off some leave for the start of the week, so after stumbling around work for a day I spent the entire leave going over things. I maintained NC from the very beginning, packed up the stuff that reminded her of me, and deleted (or saved onto my HDD, to be more specific) all the texts & photos that we’d sent to each other. I’ve seen old friends, been out a lot, written a lot, read a lot, watched lots of soccer (!), listened to lots of my old records, watched movies, picked up my guitar for the first time in 4 years, worked out more, etc.
I know that the first few weeks are the worst, but this is really hard this time. Normally there’s a tangible reason for the break up. Something to burrow away at, hold my hand up and say “Hey, that’s fair enough, you/I were pretty bad”. But this time it just seems so…wispy. Just a flimsy strand of spider’s web in the wind. Of course I’m now feeling that I didn’t realise how much I loved her until she’d gone, etc; except this time it really is that much more sharp.
I think that she dealt with the break up in quite a mature way (as in ending it soon after she realised that something was up), but ending it on the phone, refusing to give us a second chance or even a meeting to talk it over, being adamant that it wasn’t “meant to be” as putting work into a relationship meant that it “wasn’t to be”, and by not even wanting to work at it via communication at all seemed slightly immature to me.
Even though she did end it that way, I still love the gal, and I refuse to not fight for something that even thought it maybe a lost cause, is something that I believe in.
I’ll continue with NC for a month and a bit, and I’ll continue to better myself for myself (as if things don’t get fixed, then I’d much rather be in a position where I can move on with my life), but I just can’t believe it’s all over something that really wasn’t that hard to fix.
(I’m so glad that I wrote this Leviathan out in Word as Mozilla just crashed, hah!)