So last night I decided to end things with my BF of 2 years. There were things that I had brought up over the last 6-8 months that hadn’t really been resolved (we worked on it, but it just didn’t work) and I ultimately became unhappy and ended up realizing they were things that couldn’t be fixed by him as it was something that was just who he was.
I am so fucking sad. I was so sure he was the one, and slowly as the second year progressed things became more apparent and even after addressing them with him to try and remedy them, he admitted last night that he dropped the ball and didn’t hold up his promises. We moved to a new city this month, me for school, him for work. And we moved in together. So barely a month in and I have to move again.
I am hoping to find a place by end of the month, so I am just staying in our apartment till then. But it is hard. I know things won’t be the same while we temporarily live together till I move out, but it feels like I am living with a stranger. After 3 weeks of living together and making it our place, to this where it is so strained and he barely is talking to me or acknowledging me, it sucks.