Will you help me discuss this and heal?
I'm 28 years old, and one year ago, I met a 20 year old girl. We did the dating thing for a few weeks, things then got more physical, and before we knew it - we were professing our love for each other. At the time we both thought that we couldn't be more perfect for each other, blah blah blah... seemed like things were getting better with everyday passing, and blee blah bloo blah blee. Two months later, I move in with my best friend... and I know y'all are going to hate me for this, but this girl I was head over heels for - left her parents (where she was living) and moved in with us. We continue on what seemed like a growing, healthy relationship for the next eight months - with her sleeping next to me every night. She worked during the day, I worked during the night. We always had a chance to miss each other, so it felt like things were going peaches and cream. Okay, then, my best friend gets another job offer, and he has to move out. My girlfriend and I then think to ourselves, "Why pay more to live in a two bedroom apartment when we only need 1 bedroom?" Can you predict where this is going like a bad horror movie? Yeah. She gets a 1 bedroom apartment under her name - her name only, and we move in. But wait! I bought brand new furniture, too! Thank the good Lord for cheap Ikea plywood and particleboard. Oh, I forgot the LCD HDTV bigscreen (this will come back later in the story)...
Fast forward two months, things are seemingly blueberry pie with ice cream. I make a huge mistake. Huge. I'm fed up with my work situation and the way I'm being treated. I down as much straight vodka with Dos Equis backs as possible in 20 minutes and go to work to confront my boss. Long story short - we get into a shouting match which escalates into a UFC free-for-all without the chain-link, octagon arena. I somehow did not get arrested - everyone else including my boss covered for me (I don't know why). My girlfriend was a witness to the events, and so where her some of her friends who are regular patrons at my former workplace.
So, I'm out of a steady job I struggled to keep for two years, and a few days later after the incident, it's her 21st birthday. She goes out with her girlfriends, but doesn't want to take me. I don't like the idea, but let her do as she wished because we promised each other we'd just go out by ourselves at a later date. So now, I'm at home all day, out and about here and there - working on getting a new position as a corporate slave with a new plantation. All the while, my girlfriend is working during the day, and afterwards - immediately going out with her girlfriends at night only to come home to me in the wee hours of the morning. A week passes like this. We still have sex, but it's the only time I see her. At this point I'm depressed - I did something extremely stupid, lost my job because of it, and I hardly ever see my girlfriend. Finally, she sets me aside for a talk. She tells me things like, "People and friends are worried about me because of what you did to your boss," and, "I'm not sure I can commit to this relationship like you have." There's more: "I'm 21 now, and I want to be free and have fun with my friends," and, "I'm no good as a girlfriend. I'm better as a friend," and "I can't be the only good thing/friend in your life. You need to have friends, too." Think Mortal Kombat when I say "Fatality," because she then says, "I think I need a break and space to think about things."
At first, I break down and beg for her not to leave me like a toddler. We go to bed, I'm sobbing, and she cuddles me. She then says, "This would be easier if we didn't live together." I can't take this death by a thousand cuts, so I put some clothes on and walk 4 miles to the nearest Denny's to think. The next day, I try to act loving and apologetic - it's clear she can't be all lovey dovey with me anymore. I ask her if she still loves me. She says she still does, she just needs time to think about our relationship, so we're going through a little "awkward breakup stage." When she leaves for work, I pack some things, write her a letter about my feelings, and check into a motel with what little money I have left. I'm a wreck emotionally, physically, and mentally. I text her, and tell her I'm going to look for another place to stay temporarily because I feel uncomfortable. She tells me she can't be "close and cuddly" anymore because she just needs time. Did I mention I was a frickin' wreck?
Tonight is my last night in the motel. I have no more money left, and no where else to go. I text her and tell her that I need to come back as a last resort. She says that it's okay, and she still cares about me and wants me to get back on my feet. I had three days to myself to come to my senses. I realize that my temper may have cost me what could have been a long-term and lasting relationship. I realize that I smothered her to the breaking point. I realize that she's young and may need to experience being 21 like I experienced it no matter how crazy and foolish it may have been. I want to, and am trying my hardest right now to change my negative ways. I wrote a formal apology in letter form to my boss. I'm taking this, trying to learn from it, and strive to become a better person.
I still love her very much, and I would love to be with her, but I think I have to face reality and consequences. I sold my brand new TV last night and am using the money to go to bartending school this Monday - I hope to find a bartending gig soon. I read on Digg that alcohol sales are up 20% because of the recession - might as well capitalize. I told my girlfriend that I was moving out soon and that it may be wise for her to find extra income or a roommate for next month. I told her, "I have to move on, and can't be held back by you if you don't want to be with me." I found a roommate on craigslist in a quiet, restful area, and interviewed with him today. Things look good with this one, but I will continue to look just in case. My family is supporting me with the move, as I've essentially lost everything.
So, I'm going to do the non-contact thing I saw in the stickies of this forum. I just now removed her as a friend from my Facebook account. I love her so much that if she needs space from me, she can have it. If she's happier in her life without me or even with someone else, I love her so much to allow her to do what she thinks is right for herself. I, on the other hand, will take the time after I move out to focus on myself. I'll go to the gym. Shoot, I'd better - I've been paying for a membership for 6 months and haven't shown up once. I'll start a diary. I'll hope this bartending thing pans out so I can start meeting new people and make money. I'll tackle my library of books that have largely gone unread. It's been a rollercoaster of emotions for the past couple of weeks. But I feel like I'm doing the right thing...
What do y'all think? Opinions, comments, suggestions? I would please be very interested in your feedback.
Comment on djvindicator's post
I think I may know the answer. But, I will transform it into a question anyway...
When I can let my emotional investment in her go and just be friends?
Comment on Altenweg's post
Comment on Altenweg's post
She told me that she still wanted to be friends on a couple occasions during our "break period." Could she be lying to sugarcoat breaking up with me or some other reason? Or is she being truthful?
Comment on djvindicator's post
Assuming you're talking about the girl you just broke up with. I'd say just ignore her... I mean don't like completely ignore her. Just give her short answers and then if she calls you tell her you are busy. It's kind of your call on what you do.
Comment on djvindicator's post
Sort of like don't talk to her unless spoken to first sort of thing? And, even then just be real short about things?