My girlfriend and I broke up a few days ago. We’d been dating for a year and despite there being times that I’d questioned our compatibility and how sustainable we were as a couple, I always thought it was worth it to try and work through our difficulties. I’m fucking devastated. She’d been pretty distant for the last 10 days or so of the relationship and had no trouble communicating why- I honestly hadn’t been the best partner to her. Her emotional needs, which she clearly communicated often, weren’t being met and me, being cared for so well, became too comfortable and complacent and didn’t put in the effort to match her energy despite months of intimate conversations about this very topic. Classic case of the guy taking things for granted and not knowing how much he really had until it’s gone.
We live together and are on good terms. We’re both ebbing and flowing on the verge of mental breakdowns (me moreso) and caring for each other despite the circumstances. She’s definitely not happy with the situation either but felt it was the right move and while I want more than anything to dedicate everything to bettering myself and making it work, I don’t blame her for holding steady. I’m really beating myself up and feeling like a total scumbag piece of shit for fucking up something so great that should have been so simple (not necessarily easy, mind you) to fix and just generally not treating her the way she deserves to be treated. I wasn’t as nice as I should have been. “Not stoked” is an understatement. I’m going back and forth between wanting to die and trying to convince myself that things will look up at some point. God knows I’m living in hell for now, though.