This is the sort of post that always seems most appropriate to post on a lonely Saturday evening.
My girlfriend of the past ~16 months broke up with me a week ago Friday. She said I had become too negative of a person, and that that was making her unhappy, and she didn’t see a light at the end of the tunnel. This past week I have just gone through the motions of my daily life. And walking. Oh my gosh have I done a lot of walking because it is suffocating to be inside!
She said she loved me even as she spent two hours gathering all of her stuff at my place into her car (talk about an awkward time; I am not sure of the proper etiquette for the dumpee during this time).
I’m so upset and my heart is shattered! She was supposed to move in with me in October, and unless we couldn’t stand living together, I have no doubt that we would have been engaged in the not to distant future, because we have so much in common, from many shared interests, to lifestyle choice preferences to world viewpoints. It seems like something relatively minor in my power to fix was what did us in.
She was right about me though–I have been super stressed at work for a while now. Being a federal employee in this day and age, I’ve felt under constant siege from all sides, and we are understaffed in my office. She also didn’t get along with my mother, so I was stuck in the middle. I’m almost 40, and have had a general sense of ennui about where I am, where I should be, and what I want out of the rest of my life. I’m also rather introverted and I have not bothered to maintain a large number of friendships, so she had to bear the brunt of my negativity and she finally couldn’t take it anymore.
The lines of communication broke down between us. Small things became bigger issues that we didn’t discuss directly, instead we retreated. It was a viscous cycle. I feel like most of this is my fault.
I don’t know what lies ahead or if reconciliation is possible. She seems to be acting like she’s already moved on, but it may just be a brave face.
She introduced me to a gaming group 6 months ago. Many of the people are her friends that go back a few years and she is particularly close with a few of them. They welcomed me with open arms, and recently, for the first time in several years, I was really starting to feel like I belonged somewhere. I’d like to go back, and by all rights I can do so (it’s not a private group, but an open-admission club), but I can’t do that until there is resolution with her. So I’ve lost my main social outlet too, just when I really needed it.
Everything tastes bland right now. If it wasn’t for my dog, who is beyond awesome, and benzodiazepines I don’t know how I would be managing.