Hello,
I do not want why I am doing this, I know what you all are going to say but still maybe I need to share...
I am 29 years old and for some unknown damn reason I have had only one real relationship which lasted about 1 year and ended 2 months ago. In years I learned to live alone and lonely. It depressed me at first but as time went by I got used to it. Not happy, not at all, but used to it. I guess all that time living alone some negative energy and depression accumulated. I am beautiful girl, smart - most of my female friends envy me about that - they all say "at least you are pretty"... Ya, so what! Did that made me happy or loved? I am also a very emotional - I needed love badly, I needed human touch. And last year I met this guy...
He had his baggage, hard life, complexes and others just like me. He was not social just like me. He had previous relationships that were not as emotional as ours because he prefers calmness even when this means no feelings. We had several good months, very emotional, we liked each other a lot, we could not believe that we are so alike and like the same odd things. We used to dream about a house and a family together. My first real relationship after 8 years of loneliness and hopes! He was a difficult person as I was.
I was stupid - I wanted all things that people experience in many relationships in time from him now and here. I was childish - I wanted romantic gestures and so on. And he did those - but only for several months. And then it all went down.
We started screaming and fighting constantly with short periods of peace and good times. My depression started - I cried all the time, called him repeatedly during night. He could not handle this. We insulted each other very much. I was mad because he stopped fighting for our relationship which resulted in permanent crying and torture. He blamed me for my constant accusations. At the end he said that he can't do that anymore, that we separated months ago and now we simply just should stop seeing physically each other.
And now I am back to where I was - loneliness. A note - I live in a poor country in eastern Europe where reality is much more different. Life is hard. People are hopeless, bad...
For 2 months now I can`t stop crying. I have no real friends I could share that with. I still hope he will come back. I begged him in the first weeks, went to his place only to find him reject me in the kindest possible way which hurt even more. He said he stopped loving me in time but in that last night I went to him all over in tears again, he cried, said he love me but simply "can`t do that". He said he can`t give me what I want and that I will find somebody else. And now 2 months later, no contact, I still keep thinking of him every single minute. My works suffers from that, by body, my home, let alone my mental state.
I know I should move on - strangely I do not want to. Move on to what? Sport and go out - done that. Emptiness just consumes me wherever I am, whatever I am doing. I have been alone before, I know how to fill my time, I have been self sufficient and independent for a lot of time. I live alone and I have moved alone 3 times, all by myself.
I realized my mistakes and tried to tell him that. No result.
Any thoughts?