Hello,
Well, this is my first new post on escapist, and I was really hoping it would be something else entirely, video-game related, or something that I know a lot about, but didn't see it already posted...
Alas, it had to be about the only thing that I never actually wanted other peoples advice about(because, when it's working, you don't need other people to butt in).
So, I've not had a good life in regards to dating members of the opposite sex, mainly because my expectations were too high, I was expecting mature thinking, and a pragmatic approach to life. I learned to go over that, and not expect those things till i'm older and i'll have the chance to actually meet mature people, that want something out of life. Untill I felt right, I sort of sworn myself to celibacy until i'll find such a girl. One year later, she found me, and we almost instantly clicked. I still remember thinking in those short weeks after we met, before we actually started dating that not only is she hot, she's perfect. A mind like none i've ever seen in a girl, and quite the thirst to proove herself, and helping, nurturing, but not annoyingly so, and also hot, just my type in physical appearance.
Years went by, with ups and downs, but they went by happily. Pretty early on we were set on life, we knew what we wanted, and boy did we want to start our life together. And while she was ready, I still wasn't. I had to think things through, is this the one, do I want this. In an instant I could picture everything, and I enjoyed it. I set my mind to it, and everything I've done since was for "us". That point in the relationship where it's not I, or me, or you, it's always us and we. My parents loved her, she was family, and while it took a bit longer with her parents, I also became part of her family.
But, it all seemed to start to crumble right before we'd be celebrating our 4th year anniversary.
Short ammendment: my dad had been hit by a car on the street 7 years prior, and had been diagnosed with stress induced epilepsy. He had to retire, and was home all the time. For the first few years it was fine, but then he started to degrade, slow at first, and then faster every day, almost exponentially.
So, last year, in March, both my parents went for a vacation to Egypt for about 10 days, and I was taking care of the house(which was a lot more work than I thought it was going to be). When they got back, I think it was a Thursday, i'd have to check, I had one more day of a week long interview for a job as a mobile games tester(which turned out to be a weeks worth of voluntary job, since we worked hard, and good, and we all got refused at the end of it). Bummed out a bit, the weekend ensued, and Sunday night, my dad slipped into an epileptic seizure, and then a coma. A week later he died(the morning after my birthday). I was devastated, but I took this as my time to finnally take my new role as head of the family seriously enough to get a job. I did, in two weeks i was hired at another company as a tester and programmer. I could finnally see it within my grasp, the life i wanted, that i didn't want before this with anyone else, was only a few short years from now. I'd finish my studies at college, maybe go further with master's degree, working full time as a tester, getting married, moving in with my gf, everything was hard, but bearable because i could see it.
One year later, I got my year seniority, which means a pay raise, so i'm doing very well finnancially for my age(in my opinion), and with the support from dad's social security(i'm not exactly sure what it's called in english), i could support two people, since my gf was still unnemployed, but looking for the right job. I was supportive of this because i knew how important it was to love your job, to find the perfect one for you, because even the best job, the one you love, can have bad days, and they usually clutter together with others.
But, she dropped this bomb on me: she doesn't want the same things in life anymore, she's too young to settle down, she thinks differently of other people. So, she left me. And now, almost a month has passed since we've even had any normal contact. Three weeks after she decided this, we met for her to give me some stuff that was at her place, and i, in turn, packed her stuff, and boxed it so she could carry it easily back to her place. That was a week ago.
Since the break up, i've had decent days, and horrible days, mostly horrible. It was probably wrong of me to do this, but I had planned my life ahead according to the ideea that we'd be living it together, with the good and the bad, and now I undestandibly feel lost. I've been trying ever so hard to have no contact with her whatsoever, but I don't understand how can she just walk out after almost 5 years. I don't drink alcohol, except socially, I never got drunk since my dad couldn't drink so he'd not smell alcohol and feel the urge, I used to have a cola addiction, but i got over it this february. I'm pretty fit, I eat a pseudo-healthy meal(whatever they have at the cafeteria at work). The only addiction I still have is smoking, but it wasn't that bad until she left, about half a pack a day of lights. I never cheated on her(on any level, either physical or in my mind, yes i know that's a thing).
So, anyone here went through this sudden breakup after such a long time, with no apparent fault? Any advice? I know everyone says move on, but, I don't want to, right now i'm still waiting for her to be waiting for me after work one day like she used to do.
The advice I would apreciate is an active approach, because i'm tired of mind games, of no contact, because "maybe she'll realise" what was was special.
TL
R, sorry I can't make a shorter version, maybe I will include one after sleeping on it.
**captcha: lo and behold... wow, it actually works like a magic 8 ball
Well, this is my first new post on escapist, and I was really hoping it would be something else entirely, video-game related, or something that I know a lot about, but didn't see it already posted...
Alas, it had to be about the only thing that I never actually wanted other peoples advice about(because, when it's working, you don't need other people to butt in).
So, I've not had a good life in regards to dating members of the opposite sex, mainly because my expectations were too high, I was expecting mature thinking, and a pragmatic approach to life. I learned to go over that, and not expect those things till i'm older and i'll have the chance to actually meet mature people, that want something out of life. Untill I felt right, I sort of sworn myself to celibacy until i'll find such a girl. One year later, she found me, and we almost instantly clicked. I still remember thinking in those short weeks after we met, before we actually started dating that not only is she hot, she's perfect. A mind like none i've ever seen in a girl, and quite the thirst to proove herself, and helping, nurturing, but not annoyingly so, and also hot, just my type in physical appearance.
Years went by, with ups and downs, but they went by happily. Pretty early on we were set on life, we knew what we wanted, and boy did we want to start our life together. And while she was ready, I still wasn't. I had to think things through, is this the one, do I want this. In an instant I could picture everything, and I enjoyed it. I set my mind to it, and everything I've done since was for "us". That point in the relationship where it's not I, or me, or you, it's always us and we. My parents loved her, she was family, and while it took a bit longer with her parents, I also became part of her family.
But, it all seemed to start to crumble right before we'd be celebrating our 4th year anniversary.
Short ammendment: my dad had been hit by a car on the street 7 years prior, and had been diagnosed with stress induced epilepsy. He had to retire, and was home all the time. For the first few years it was fine, but then he started to degrade, slow at first, and then faster every day, almost exponentially.
So, last year, in March, both my parents went for a vacation to Egypt for about 10 days, and I was taking care of the house(which was a lot more work than I thought it was going to be). When they got back, I think it was a Thursday, i'd have to check, I had one more day of a week long interview for a job as a mobile games tester(which turned out to be a weeks worth of voluntary job, since we worked hard, and good, and we all got refused at the end of it). Bummed out a bit, the weekend ensued, and Sunday night, my dad slipped into an epileptic seizure, and then a coma. A week later he died(the morning after my birthday). I was devastated, but I took this as my time to finnally take my new role as head of the family seriously enough to get a job. I did, in two weeks i was hired at another company as a tester and programmer. I could finnally see it within my grasp, the life i wanted, that i didn't want before this with anyone else, was only a few short years from now. I'd finish my studies at college, maybe go further with master's degree, working full time as a tester, getting married, moving in with my gf, everything was hard, but bearable because i could see it.
One year later, I got my year seniority, which means a pay raise, so i'm doing very well finnancially for my age(in my opinion), and with the support from dad's social security(i'm not exactly sure what it's called in english), i could support two people, since my gf was still unnemployed, but looking for the right job. I was supportive of this because i knew how important it was to love your job, to find the perfect one for you, because even the best job, the one you love, can have bad days, and they usually clutter together with others.
But, she dropped this bomb on me: she doesn't want the same things in life anymore, she's too young to settle down, she thinks differently of other people. So, she left me. And now, almost a month has passed since we've even had any normal contact. Three weeks after she decided this, we met for her to give me some stuff that was at her place, and i, in turn, packed her stuff, and boxed it so she could carry it easily back to her place. That was a week ago.
Since the break up, i've had decent days, and horrible days, mostly horrible. It was probably wrong of me to do this, but I had planned my life ahead according to the ideea that we'd be living it together, with the good and the bad, and now I undestandibly feel lost. I've been trying ever so hard to have no contact with her whatsoever, but I don't understand how can she just walk out after almost 5 years. I don't drink alcohol, except socially, I never got drunk since my dad couldn't drink so he'd not smell alcohol and feel the urge, I used to have a cola addiction, but i got over it this february. I'm pretty fit, I eat a pseudo-healthy meal(whatever they have at the cafeteria at work). The only addiction I still have is smoking, but it wasn't that bad until she left, about half a pack a day of lights. I never cheated on her(on any level, either physical or in my mind, yes i know that's a thing).
So, anyone here went through this sudden breakup after such a long time, with no apparent fault? Any advice? I know everyone says move on, but, I don't want to, right now i'm still waiting for her to be waiting for me after work one day like she used to do.
The advice I would apreciate is an active approach, because i'm tired of mind games, of no contact, because "maybe she'll realise" what was was special.
TL
**captcha: lo and behold... wow, it actually works like a magic 8 ball