u/Unkn0wnWriter03

I (now 25 Male) had been dating a woman (now 25) for the past seven years. We met at undergraduate orientation and instantly I was drawn to her. We instantly had a connection. Throughout the years she had severe familial problems which resulted in her being homeless (she suffered with mental health issues in the past, has been in institutions, and sent to a troubled girls camp) and we stayed together throughout it all and I did my best to support and help her. We continued to date throughout undergraduate. Eventually I got into law school and she did not get into the graduate program she desired so she moved with me. I helped her find a job at a top institution which happened to be the same institution that I was attending law school. For the past three years we had our ups and downs. Unfortunately, six or seven months ago she began to have “doubts” and wanted to have “other experiences”. We spoke about this and at times it seemed to be subdued but other times the doubts would resurface. A few months ago, she met some friends and began going out more and began to be more private with her devices (despite the fact that she was the one that often took my phone secretly and searched; she knows my passwords and I was perfectly fine with that). Recently she began getting drunk, calling me bro and telling me not to call her (when drunk) then she would apologize the next day. One day, after we had been intimate, she told me that she needed space and I offered to leave the apartment. The following week she asked for space again, but this she offered to buy me a plane ticket home to my parents. I couldn’t do that at the time because I am studying for the Bar Exam. Nevertheless, I moved to an Airbnb for the week while letting her have the apartment. For that week we were pretty much no contact, until at the end of the week I returned. She asked that we attend couples counseling with her therapist and of course I agreed. At the counseling, her and her therapist informed me of pre-discussed ideas on how to help her (open relationship and opening our bedroom to others), obviously I was opposed because we had been together for seven years and I didn’t want to be with anyone but her. That weekend we had an enjoyable time, going out on dates and flirting until the following week where she voiced her need for space. As I prepared to buy another Airbnb she asked why I won’t just leave to which i finally understood what she truly desired. She left to stay with her friends and asked that I be out before the next morning so that she can get ready for work. So, alone, I packed my apartment which I’d gotten for law school, drove home with all my stuff (leaving behind my pet because parents are allergic). Since then, it seems her friends have vilified me as being an anchor on her when all I’ve ever done was support her. In her words, because I didn’t let her quell the doubts or get experiences then it was like me holding her hostage and she would hate me forever. I supported her throughout several years of graduate school rejections, assault trauma therapy, homelessness, familial issues, and daily life stress. Unfortunately, it’s been a rough few weeks because in a single stroke I lost my best friend and the woman I planned to marry once I passed the bar. Now, as I study, I feel depressed and broken. She has moved on, partying with friends, moving into her new apartment at graduate school, and reconnecting her family (because I brought them back together to be at arm’s length because the bitterness and resentment was consuming her) while I’m left shattered. I’m not perfect I know that, in her words I let myself go (no longer being extroverted or going out, no longer eating the best, working out rarely) while in law school. Towards the end, I corrected those problems and I’ve maintained those fixes but inside I still feel broken. I’ve read plenty of blogs that say to sit with the feelings and embrace them, and I’m trying to work on myself and study for the bar, but I just felt like I needed someone to talk to.

Apologies for improper spelling or grammar.

I (now 25 Male) had been dating a woman (now 25) for the past seven years. We met at undergraduate orientation and instantly I was drawn to her. We instantly had a connection. Throughout the years she had severe familial problems which resulted in her being homeless (she suffered with mental health issues in the past, has been in institutions, and sent to a troubled girls camp) and we stayed together throughout it all and I did my best to support and help her. We continued to date throughout undergraduate. Eventually I got into law school and she did not get into the graduate program she desired so she moved with me. I helped her find a job at a top institution which happened to be the same institution that I was attending law school. For the past three years we had our ups and downs. Unfortunately, six or seven months ago she began to have “doubts” and wanted to have “other experiences”. We spoke about this and at times it seemed to be subdued but other times the doubts would resurface. A few months ago, she met some friends and began going out more and began to be more private with her devices (despite the fact that she was the one that often took my phone secretly and searched; she knows my passwords and I was perfectly fine with that). Recently she began getting drunk, calling me bro and telling me not to call her (when drunk) then she would apologize the next day. One day, after we had been intimate, she told me that she needed space and I offered to leave the apartment. The following week she asked for space again, but this she offered to buy me a plane ticket home to my parents. I couldn’t do that at the time because I am studying for the Bar Exam. Nevertheless, I moved to an Airbnb for the week while letting her have the apartment. For that week we were pretty much no contact, until at the end of the week I returned. She asked that we attend couples counseling with her therapist and of course I agreed. At the counseling, her and her therapist informed me of pre-discussed ideas on how to help her (open relationship and opening our bedroom to others), obviously I was opposed because we had been together for seven years and I didn’t want to be with anyone but her. That weekend we had an enjoyable time, going out on dates and flirting until the following week where she voiced her need for space. As I prepared to buy another Airbnb she asked why I won’t just leave to which i finally understood what she truly desired. She left to stay with her friends and asked that I be out before the next morning so that she can get ready for work. So, alone, I packed my apartment which I’d gotten for law school, drove home with all my stuff (leaving behind my pet because parents are allergic). Since then, it seems her friends have vilified me as being an anchor on her when all I’ve ever done was support her. In her words, because I didn’t let her quell the doubts or get experiences then it was like me holding her hostage and she would hate me forever. I supported her throughout several years of graduate school rejections, assault trauma therapy, homelessness, familial issues, and daily life stress. Unfortunately, it’s been a rough few weeks because in a single stroke I lost my best friend and the woman I planned to marry once I passed the bar. Now, as I study, I feel depressed and broken. She has moved on, partying with friends, moving into her new apartment at graduate school, and reconnecting her family (because I brought them back together to be at arm’s length because the bitterness and resentment was consuming her) while I’m left shattered. I’m not perfect I know that, in her words I let myself go (no longer being extroverted or going out, no longer eating the best, working out rarely) while in law school. Towards the end, I corrected those problems and I’ve maintained those fixes but inside I still feel broken. I’ve read plenty of blogs that say to sit with the feelings and embrace them, and I’m trying to work on myself and study for the bar, but I just felt like I needed someone to talk to.

Apologies for improper spelling or grammar.

I (now 25 Male) had been dating a woman (now 25) for the past seven years. We met at undergraduate orientation and instantly I was drawn to her. We instantly had a connection. Throughout the years she had severe familial problems which resulted in her being homeless (she suffered with mental health issues in the past, has been in institutions, and sent to a troubled girls camp) and we stayed together throughout it all and I did my best to support and help her. We continued to date throughout undergraduate. Eventually I got into law school and she did not get into the graduate program she desired so she moved with me. I helped her find a job at a top institution which happened to be the same institution that I was attending law school. For the past three years we had our ups and downs. Unfortunately, six or seven months ago she began to have “doubts” and wanted to have “other experiences”. We spoke about this and at times it seemed to be subdued but other times the doubts would resurface. A few months ago, she met some friends and began going out more and began to be more private with her devices (despite the fact that she was the one that often took my phone secretly and searched; she knows my passwords and I was perfectly fine with that). Recently she began getting drunk, calling me bro and telling me not to call her (when drunk) then she would apologize the next day. One day, after we had been intimate, she told me that she needed space and I offered to leave the apartment. The following week she asked for space again, but this she offered to buy me a plane ticket home to my parents. I couldn’t do that at the time because I am studying for the Bar Exam. Nevertheless, I moved to an Airbnb for the week while letting her have the apartment. For that week we were pretty much no contact, until at the end of the week I returned. She asked that we attend couples counseling with her therapist and of course I agreed. At the counseling, her and her therapist informed me of pre-discussed ideas on how to help her (open relationship and opening our bedroom to others), obviously I was opposed because we had been together for seven years and I didn’t want to be with anyone but her. That weekend we had an enjoyable time, going out on dates and flirting until the following week where she voiced her need for space. As I prepared to buy another Airbnb she asked why I won’t just leave to which i finally understood what she truly desired. She left to stay with her friends and asked that I be out before the next morning so that she can get ready for work. So, alone, I packed my apartment which I’d gotten for law school, drove home with all my stuff (leaving behind my pet because parents are allergic). Since then, it seems her friends have vilified me as being an anchor on her when all I’ve ever done was support her. In her words, because I didn’t let her quell the doubts or get experiences then it was like me holding her hostage and she would hate me forever. I supported her throughout several years of graduate school rejections, assault trauma therapy, homelessness, familial issues, and daily life stress. Unfortunately, it’s been a rough few weeks because in a single stroke I lost my best friend and the woman I planned to marry once I passed the bar. Now, as I study, I feel depressed and broken. She has moved on, partying with friends, moving into her new apartment at graduate school, and reconnecting her family (because I brought them back together to be at arm’s length because the bitterness and resentment was consuming her) while I’m left shattered. I’m not perfect I know that, in her words I let myself go (no longer being extroverted or going out, no longer eating the best, working out rarely) while in law school. Towards the end, I corrected those problems and I’ve maintained those fixes but inside I still feel broken. I’ve read plenty of blogs that say to sit with the feelings and embrace them, and I’m trying to work on myself and study for the bar, but I just felt like I needed someone to talk to.

Apologies for improper spelling or grammar.

I (now 25 Male) had been dating a woman (now 25) for the past seven years. We met at undergraduate orientation and instantly I was drawn to her. We instantly had a connection. Throughout the years she had severe familial problems which resulted in her being homeless (she suffered with mental health issues in the past, has been in institutions, and sent to a troubled girls camp) and we stayed together throughout it all and I did my best to support and help her. We continued to date throughout undergraduate. Eventually I got into law school and she did not get into the graduate program she desired so she moved with me. I helped her find a job at a top institution which happened to be the same institution that I was attending law school. For the past three years we had our ups and downs. Unfortunately, six or seven months ago she began to have “doubts” and wanted to have “other experiences”. We spoke about this and at times it seemed to be subdued but other times the doubts would resurface. A few months ago, she met some friends and began going out more and began to be more private with her devices (despite the fact that she was the one that often took my phone secretly and searched; she knows my passwords and I was perfectly fine with that). Recently she began getting drunk, calling me bro and telling me not to call her (when drunk) then she would apologize the next day. One day, after we had been intimate, she told me that she needed space and I offered to leave the apartment. The following week she asked for space again, but this she offered to buy me a plane ticket home to my parents. I couldn’t do that at the time because I am studying for the Bar Exam. Nevertheless, I moved to an Airbnb for the week while letting her have the apartment. For that week we were pretty much no contact, until at the end of the week I returned. She asked that we attend couples counseling with her therapist and of course I agreed. At the counseling, her and her therapist informed me of pre-discussed ideas on how to help her (open relationship and opening our bedroom to others), obviously I was opposed because we had been together for seven years and I didn’t want to be with anyone but her. That weekend we had an enjoyable time, going out on dates and flirting until the following week where she voiced her need for space. As I prepared to buy another Airbnb she asked why I won’t just leave to which i finally understood what she truly desired. She left to stay with her friends and asked that I be out before the next morning so that she can get ready for work. So, alone, I packed my apartment which I’d gotten for law school, drove home with all my stuff (leaving behind my pet because parents are allergic). Since then, it seems her friends have vilified me as being an anchor on her when all I’ve ever done was support her. In her words, because I didn’t let her quell the doubts or get experiences then it was like me holding her hostage and she would hate me forever. I supported her throughout several years of graduate school rejections, assault trauma therapy, homelessness, familial issues, and daily life stress. Unfortunately, it’s been a rough few weeks because in a single stroke I lost my best friend and the woman I planned to marry once I passed the bar. Now, as I study, I feel depressed and broken. She has moved on, partying with friends, moving into her new apartment at graduate school, and reconnecting her family (because I brought them back together to be at arm’s length because the bitterness and resentment was consuming her) while I’m left shattered. I’m not perfect I know that, in her words I let myself go (no longer being extroverted or going out, no longer eating the best, working out rarely) while in law school. Towards the end, I corrected those problems and I’ve maintained those fixes but inside I still feel broken. I’ve read plenty of blogs that say to sit with the feelings and embrace them, and I’m trying to work on myself and study for the bar, but I just felt like I needed someone to talk to.

Apologies for improper spelling or grammar.