It did for us.
When we started dating ten years ago, I was 21 and he was 20. I had low self esteem and he was still influenced by his best friend, who was, in a word, an asshole (who didn’t like me). The first few months went by all right, and then at eight months (we moved fast!), we bought a house together and he started working in the oil field.
His schedule was 15 days out, six days home. I had very, very poor self esteem. Over five years of this type of lifestyle, I went through anorexia, bulimia, and alcoholism. All of this was due to my self esteem issues and jealousy. He is very friendly and had female friends. He was a young guy who went to the strippers sometimes. He made a lot of money and I spent it on clothing and other things that made me feel better about myself (up to $5K a month). He worked 15+ hours a day and was tired all the time, and all I wanted was a guy who would spend an hour on the phone with me at the end of the day, professing his undying love.
It sucked. We fought ALL THE TIME. Not only on the phone when he was away, but also when he was home. He finally made me go to a therapist when I was so skinny I was kind of gross and I had finally admitted to him that I was bulimic. Our relationship at that point was 95% drama.
In 2006 (I was still fighting my drinking problem) he was accepted in to the city Fire Department, his life long dream. He was to start training in the fall of 2006. About a week before he began his training, I broke up with him because of all the drama of our relationship. We still owned a house together, but he was staying at his parent’s house. Three days before he was to start training, he quit his oilfield job, and that day we went indoor climbing (we were still ‘friends’). He made a bad move and broke his arm.
I took him to the hospital. He cried. He was crying because he thought this was it for him and he wouldn’t be able to be a fire fighter. He was crying because he loved me and I left him. He was crying because he didn’t have a job and wasn’t covered for disability. I fell in love with him all over again because of his vulnerability at that moment. I saw who he was.
Since then, he finished his training and is a Fire Fighter. His attitude changed and he is so happy with his job that his outlook on life has changed. He’s just a happy guy. I continued with my therapy and am no longer fighting with eating disorders and have quit drinking. Going through the drama has caused us both to learn so much about each other that we feel like we just belong together. We know how bad it can get and strive to keep ourselves from getting to that point again. We went through the shit and now when we get in to it, we both realize that we’re no where near how bad it could get and don’t feel overwhelmed.
I think that drama, if you can properly work through it, can lead to a long, fulfilling relationship. But it take a LOT of work.