Ho bisogno di pareri e di aiuto nel comprendere una situazione.

Ciao a tutti, premetto che sono psicologa e anche il mio (ex) compagno lo è.
La storia è molto lunga ma, brevemente, voglio chiedere un parere su ciò che mi fa più male e che mi fa gettare ancora lacrime dopo un mese che mi ha lasciata.
Siamo stati insieme 3 anni, il primo anno e mezzo direi stupendo, io non avevo mai trovato niente così, mi sentivo bella, sicura, finalmente davvero equilibrata in un rapporto, era una persona estremamente sensibil, equilirbata, gentile, soprattutto costante (mai un muso lungo, un litigo lungo, mai un distacco). Una persona che provi pace quando ci sei accanto.
si è ammalato di tumore nei primi mesi e gli sono stata molto vicina. E’ guarito.
Ha comprato una casa per due, ancora in ristrutturazione, e già da quando l’ha presa ha avuto però una reazione di pianto come di ansia/ costrizione.
Dopo alcuni mesi, purtroppo, mi ammalo di una patologia strana per cui non ho avuto diagnosi per parecchi mesi. Questo mi ha portato ad appoggiarmi molto a lui emotivamente, dormire più notti da lui a casa sua (mentre continuava come suo solito a lavorare con 8 pazienti in media al giorno e finire in serata).
esternamente era compiacente, mi accompagnava ad ogni visita ed è stato un periodo schifoso.
mi svegliavo spesso piangendo non avendo appoggi medici ne diagnosi , avendo perso il lavoro.

- mi lascia la prima volta dopo 5 mesi di questo periodo, dicendo che la malattia non centrava , era solo la ciliegina, ma che dopo il tumore e con la casa appena comprata aveva avuto una sorta di crisi su cosa volesse dalla vita, un senso di rigetto e di voler uscire da una relazione che gli chiedeva impegno e dove i suoi gesti impattassero sull’altro emotivamente.

- non ci lasciamo davvero, ma rimane con me un altro anno, sempre aiutandomi e essendo sempre buono con me, solo chiedendomi più spazi, cosa che non sono riuscita a dare molto perché ero in un periodo di enorme fragilità e perché mi aveva fatto sorgere tante insicurezze (del tipo” sono ammalata, sono un peso, mi sta per lasciare”). anche perché non ha mai ritrattato quella rottura, ha continuato ad avere dubbi anche quando gradualmente mi sono”tirata su”, ricominciando a guidare e a preparare cene per noi, a uscire con amici, seppur con le mie ricadute.

- alla fine, per farla breve, mi lascia lo scorso mese dicendo che non è più innamorato che non riusciva assolutamente a guardarmi in faccia (per paura di ricaderci e per vergogna).
che ci vediamo presto (ma ancora non mi ha parlato dal vivo).

- io cado dalle nuvole perchè, nonostante la cosa stesse degenerando (non era in grado di dirmi ti amo), i gesti facevano sempre capire altro: c’era sempre. Mi sentivo amata. Sentivo un amore stanco, sentivo che razionalmente non mi sceglieva come donna futura ma che ci fosse sentimento ed emotività.

- sono sparita senza più contattarlo, vado in terapia emdr perchè questa dissonanza cognitiva ed emotiva mi fa malissimo

- mi sento perennemente in colpa ed un peso.

- mi sento che avrebbero lasciato tutti una donna che per mesi ha parlato della sua malattia e vista in una situazione di debolezza.
- ripenso a quando Mi amava , quando per lui ero una “luce” che migliorava la sua vita, e sento di aver deluso.

la cosa che mi fa male è che , più volte , in alcuni discorsi mi ha detto che stava con me “proprio per la malattia”. ossia, come se avesse eliminato la donna che ero stata prima, che lo aveva anche aiutato a guarire da un tumore, e che rimanesse solo per ”aiuto”.

La domanda è : si è allontanato per sovraccarico emotivo/ malattia / paura oppure invece non mi amava davvero ed è rimasto realmente solo perché ero malata (quindi per senso di colpa)?

davvero è stato per tanto tempo con me senza amarmi?
oppure ha confuso la pesantezza di tutto il periodo con un sentimento svanito?

la prima volta che ha chiuso, un anno fa, erano pochi mesi dopo aver comprato la casa. Quindi pochi mesi dopo avermi dimostrato un forte amore , solido.
una persona può perdere così un sentimento? E soprattutto, a Me sembra che lui mi amasse, fino all’ultimo , ma che abbia razionalmente deciso di uscirne, sentendosi più che altro appesantito e responsabile di qualcosa di grande.
so che sono stata anche io stessa inizialmente a mostrare me stessa come “la mia malattia”, ma ero davvero devastata.

questa storia non la riesco più a capire per via dei cambiamenti bruschi che ci sono stati.

resta il senso di colpa per aver rovinato tutto col mio modo di gestire la patologia , avrei voluto essere anche io d’appoggio a lui invece che farlo sentire sopraffatto.

grazie

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u/cast1988 — 4 days ago
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Quick advice (b.day)

My partner (if you want, you can read my previous posts) left me 4 weeks ago in a very painful way, via text message. He said he couldn’t tell me in person, but that we would definitely talk soon. He just wasn’t able to at that moment.

I was very upset and told him to let me know, please, when he would be able to talk in person (on the first day I went to his place, but he saw my car and ran away). After that, I completely disappeared, and so did he.

In this situation, where there hasn’t been — only by his choice — an in-person conversation, should I wish him a happy birthday?

To me it feels pointless and stupid, because I have pages and pages of things to say inside me, I cry every hour of the day and I’m in therapy.

But I don’t know if I might come across as ungrateful (he did help me a lot during the relationship and he is a good person), angry, or as if I’m punishing him. I honestly don’t know.

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u/cast1988 — 5 days ago

Why?

Can someone explain to me why, until the very last day, he was the first to hold my hand in the car, kiss me at red lights, and bring me coffee in bed? Can someone explain why I still feel that he loved me so deeply, yet he left me saying he wasn't in love? What were all those gestures, repeated every single day for three years, without a single day of anger or arguments? Why was he so sweet and so deeply caring, only to end things because he said I'm not right for his future? Why wasn't he happy with those moments and those gestures?

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u/cast1988 — 7 days ago
▲ 19 r/Psicologia_Italia+2 crossposts

Loved Only When I Was Easy to Love

Loved Only When I Was Easy to Love

This is just something I wanted to share. A way to vent.
I'm writing here not because I believe this person has an avoidant personality in every sense, but because I relate to many of the reflections I've read.

What hurts the most, after years together, is looking back at everything from a distance and realizing how this person gave their soul, heart, tears, smiles, time, and life to me, right from the very first months. Everything felt incredibly deep, almost unreal, and beautiful.

Two psychologists openly and emotionally talking about everything, about every feeling.
We bought a house to live in together. Every now and then we'd casually joke about having children, but the idea was there, floating in the background.

Then everything gradually fell apart after I developed a rare illness.

I kept asking for reassurance that he still wanted that future with me, that he still loved me despite everything. I almost felt guilty, as if I were the one destroying the future we had imagined together. But even then, I could already see doubt in his answers and in his eyes.

I still don't know whether, during those devastating months when I leaned on him so much emotionally, I really became too much, too overwhelming, too difficult... or whether he was simply too fragile and too afraid, and started emotionally checking out the moment life became incredibly hard.

On one side, I remember the caring, calm, seemingly perfect man who came with me to every medical appointment.

On the other, I remember the man who, after just five months of my illness, diagnoses, and tears, had already left the relationship emotionally and was already thinking about ending it.

Sometimes I tell myself:
"Poor him. It's all my fault. I exhausted him. I overwhelmed him. He felt drained, and I couldn't even give him the space he kept asking for."

And then another thought follows:
"How could all the love he had for me during those first two years—so much that he wanted to build a future together—start disappearing the moment he saw the weakest, least attractive, least interesting version of me?"

He loved the independent woman with two jobs (just like him, a workaholic), the bright and happy version of me.

He no longer loved the worried woman.
He no longer loved the woman who was watching her whole life fall apart without a clear diagnosis.
He no longer loved the woman who couldn't work anymore, or the one who needed to talk about her illness.

And yet... he stayed for quite a while, already knowing he no longer believed we had a future, still trying to please me and help me.

But no one ever said to me again,
"I'm happy to be with you. I'm still happy."

To him, our relationship became work—a second job.
At one point he described it as "a cart to pull," indirectly making me feel like I had become something that was making his life harder.

For my part, once I slowly started recovering after those first six months of complete despair, I never stopped investing in us.
We kept going out, having sex, being affectionate.
Yes, I was worried.
Yes, I still had health problems and relapses.
But my love for him never disappeared.

From the first time he left me, I never truly felt secure again.
I became anxious, constantly trying to seem "good enough."

Not realizing that, if I had wanted to save us, maybe I should have done exactly the opposite—done less, given him more space, spent more time on my own, just as he wanted.

Now I carry two completely different versions of both him and myself in my mind.

And that's heartbreaking.

I feel completely inadequate.
He didn't choose me anymore.
I was no longer the beautiful girl who, as he used to say, had brought light into his life.

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u/cast1988 — 7 days ago
▲ 14 r/romance+2 crossposts

Loved Only When I Was Easy to Love

Loved Only When I Was Easy to Love

This is just something I wanted to share. A way to vent.
I'm writing here not because I believe this person has an avoidant personality in every sense, but because I relate to many of the reflections I've read.

What hurts the most, after years together, is looking back at everything from a distance and realizing how this person gave their soul, heart, tears, smiles, time, and life to me, right from the very first months. Everything felt incredibly deep, almost unreal, and beautiful.

Two psychologists openly and emotionally talking about everything, about every feeling.
We bought a house to live in together. Every now and then we'd casually joke about having children, but the idea was there, floating in the background.

Then everything gradually fell apart after I developed a rare illness.

I kept asking for reassurance that he still wanted that future with me, that he still loved me despite everything. I almost felt guilty, as if I were the one destroying the future we had imagined together. But even then, I could already see doubt in his answers and in his eyes.

I still don't know whether, during those devastating months when I leaned on him so much emotionally, I really became too much, too overwhelming, too difficult... or whether he was simply too fragile and too afraid, and started emotionally checking out the moment life became incredibly hard.

On one side, I remember the caring, calm, seemingly perfect man who came with me to every medical appointment.

On the other, I remember the man who, after just five months of my illness, diagnoses, and tears, had already left the relationship emotionally and was already thinking about ending it.

Sometimes I tell myself:
"Poor him. It's all my fault. I exhausted him. I overwhelmed him. He felt drained, and I couldn't even give him the space he kept asking for."

And then another thought follows:
"How could all the love he had for me during those first two years—so much that he wanted to build a future together—start disappearing the moment he saw the weakest, least attractive, least interesting version of me?"

He loved the independent woman with two jobs (just like him, a workaholic), the bright and happy version of me.

He no longer loved the worried woman.
He no longer loved the woman who was watching her whole life fall apart without a clear diagnosis.
He no longer loved the woman who couldn't work anymore, or the one who needed to talk about her illness.

And yet... he stayed for quite a while, already knowing he no longer believed we had a future, still trying to please me and help me.

But no one ever said to me again,
"I'm happy to be with you. I'm still happy."

To him, our relationship became work—a second job.
At one point he described it as "a cart to pull," indirectly making me feel like I had become something that was making his life harder.

For my part, once I slowly started recovering after those first six months of complete despair, I never stopped investing in us.
We kept going out, having sex, being affectionate.
Yes, I was worried.
Yes, I still had health problems and relapses.
But my love for him never disappeared.

From the first time he left me, I never truly felt secure again.
I became anxious, constantly trying to seem "good enough."

Not realizing that, if I had wanted to save us, maybe I should have done exactly the opposite—done less, given him more space, spent more time on my own, just as he wanted.

Now I carry two completely different versions of both him and myself in my mind.

And that's heartbreaking.

I feel completely inadequate.
He didn't choose me anymore.
I was no longer the beautiful girl who, as he used to say, had brought light into his life.

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u/cast1988 — 7 days ago

What do you think?

What do you think about this message ? 🙏

I would like to share a message that my ex (ex for twenty days) sent me the first time he tried to leave me.

For some clarity: for a year and a half we had been a wonderful couple, we shared both work and the way we communicated. He was such a perfect and empathetic partner that I didn’t even believe it was real.

Then he got cancer during this year and a half, and I stayed very close to him.

Then he bought a house for us to live together in, made plans (he said he wanted children, etc.).

However, while buying this house he was anxious and cried.

Then I developed a chronic illness and spent 4–5 months in total anxiety because it was a mysterious condition with no diagnosis at the time. I lost my job and started sleeping more nights at his place, almost all of them, and (I admit) I became quite intense because the topic of illness, online translations, appointments with foreign doctors, etc. were part of my daily life and I was truly devastated and lost. I became emotionally dependent.

After about 4–5 months (roughly only eight months after the purchase of the house where we were supposed to live together in the future), following my requests for reassurance (for example, I asked him if he was still happy to be with me and if he still saw a future with me once I would feel better; I was seeking reassurance both because I perceived insecurity and because the illness had made me insecure), he wrote to me:

“ I told you several times that in recent years many things inside me have changed. It was perhaps a sudden process. But certainly not intentional. I found myself feeling stuck, empty, and disillusioned. And not because of your “fault.” Nor mine. It was a natural internal response.

At this moment, if my “problems” were a cake, the differences in our relationship would be the cream. And this damn illness would be the cherry on top. Inside, it is much worse. I have lost my competitive spirit, I have lost ambition, and I have lost enthusiasm. Or at least I don’t find them in myself at the moment. For any aspect of my life.

I’m very sorry, but in the end you are right… You ask me for things that should rightly be there, but unfortunately I have to admit that they haven’t been there for a while. I tried to pretend nothing was wrong, but it’s obvious now and I can no longer even be useful to you in almost any way. But I can’t do anything about it.

You showed me the photo of your birthday and told me you were happy there. I, on the other hand, was not. Because I had already realized that my desires were going elsewhere. That I could no longer sustain my initial intentions (I said intentions and not promises, which I always avoided making). And not because of any flaw of yours, nor because of your illness, which wasn’t even there yet. But simply because I felt the need to be available to myself. To have my time and my energy available. To use my freedom and autonomy to make my life satisfying and not just productive. To work on personal goals and not couple goals.

I felt this strongly with the experience of the house. Instinctively, the idea of living together made me anxious, made me reject it. I felt the need to be free. To live that experience alone. To “enjoy it” in my own way. Not wanting to be “distracted” by others’ expectations. To find my own “I want” and not always follow my “I must.” I don’t want a bond that makes me feel like I always have to be present or constantly consider the impact of my actions on the other person.

Then you started to feel unwell. And I took a step back. It wasn’t the time to talk about these things… And I know that not even now is. But you keep asking me things and I no longer know how to answer you. Ending up staying silent. I tried to be there for you as best as I could. Out of affection, out of dedication, to give back what you did for me, out of love. Because when I love, this is what happens to me. I put myself aside. I can’t follow my own needs and I spend myself on the other person’s. Until there is nothing left of me. And without energy, I stop doing things well. I just try to do them, and that’s it. Like what is happening now. You have no idea how sorry I am and how worried I am about the effects of this. But I can no longer put it aside. Also because you keep sensing and pointing out my shortcomings. And I truly don’t know where to take what you are asking from me…

We have to stop. I’m sorry. Truly. I don’t know how, I don’t know when. But we have to stop. Maybe it’s absurd to ask you to do it together, to do it slowly. But I feel I don’t want and cannot do it abruptly. But we have to stop.”

I would like to know what you think. I was completely surprised by the total dedication with which he accompanied me to doctors and was loving toward me, and by the complete breakup shortly after (I would have understood if he had asked for a break or tried to fix the relationship by making me understand that he might lose me, but instead in that message he had clearly decided to “remove me” from his life.

What do you think?

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u/cast1988 — 8 days ago

What do you think about this message ? 😞

I would like to share a message that my ex (ex for twenty days) sent me the first time he tried to leave me.

For some clarity: for a year and a half we had been a wonderful couple, we shared both work and the way we communicated. He was such a perfect and empathetic partner that I didn’t even believe it was real.

Then he got cancer during this year and a half, and I stayed very close to him.

Then he bought a house for us to live together in, made plans (he said he wanted children, etc.).

However, while buying this house he was anxious and cried.

Then I developed a chronic illness and spent 4–5 months in total anxiety because it was a mysterious condition with no diagnosis at the time. I lost my job and started sleeping more nights at his place, almost all of them, and (I admit) I became quite intense because the topic of illness, online translations, appointments with foreign doctors, etc. were part of my daily life and I was truly devastated and lost. I became emotionally dependent.

After about 4–5 months (roughly only eight months after the purchase of the house where we were supposed to live together in the future), following my requests for reassurance (for example, I asked him if he was still happy to be with me and if he still saw a future with me once I would feel better; I was seeking reassurance both because I perceived insecurity and because the illness had made me insecure), he wrote to me:

“ I told you several times that in recent years many things inside me have changed. It was perhaps a sudden process. But certainly not intentional. I found myself feeling stuck, empty, and disillusioned. And not because of your “fault.” Nor mine. It was a natural internal response.

At this moment, if my “problems” were a cake, the differences in our relationship would be the cream. And this damn illness would be the cherry on top. Inside, it is much worse. I have lost my competitive spirit, I have lost ambition, and I have lost enthusiasm. Or at least I don’t find them in myself at the moment. For any aspect of my life.

I’m very sorry, but in the end you are right… You ask me for things that should rightly be there, but unfortunately I have to admit that they haven’t been there for a while. I tried to pretend nothing was wrong, but it’s obvious now and I can no longer even be useful to you in almost any way. But I can’t do anything about it.

You showed me the photo of your birthday and told me you were happy there. I, on the other hand, was not. Because I had already realized that my desires were going elsewhere. That I could no longer sustain my initial intentions (I said intentions and not promises, which I always avoided making). And not because of any flaw of yours, nor because of your illness, which wasn’t even there yet. But simply because I felt the need to be available to myself. To have my time and my energy available. To use my freedom and autonomy to make my life satisfying and not just productive. To work on personal goals and not couple goals.

I felt this strongly with the experience of the house. Instinctively, the idea of living together made me anxious, made me reject it. I felt the need to be free. To live that experience alone. To “enjoy it” in my own way. Not wanting to be “distracted” by others’ expectations. To find my own “I want” and not always follow my “I must.” I don’t want a bond that makes me feel like I always have to be present or constantly consider the impact of my actions on the other person.

Then you started to feel unwell. And I took a step back. It wasn’t the time to talk about these things… And I know that not even now is. But you keep asking me things and I no longer know how to answer you. Ending up staying silent. I tried to be there for you as best as I could. Out of affection, out of dedication, to give back what you did for me, out of love. Because when I love, this is what happens to me. I put myself aside. I can’t follow my own needs and I spend myself on the other person’s. Until there is nothing left of me. And without energy, I stop doing things well. I just try to do them, and that’s it. Like what is happening now. You have no idea how sorry I am and how worried I am about the effects of this. But I can no longer put it aside. Also because you keep sensing and pointing out my shortcomings. And I truly don’t know where to take what you are asking from me…

We have to stop. I’m sorry. Truly. I don’t know how, I don’t know when. But we have to stop. Maybe it’s absurd to ask you to do it together, to do it slowly. But I feel I don’t want and cannot do it abruptly. But we have to stop.”

I would like to know what you think. I was completely surprised by the total dedication with which he accompanied me to doctors and was loving toward me, and by the complete breakup shortly after (I would have understood if he had asked for a break or tried to fix the relationship by making me understand that he might lose me, but instead in that message he had clearly decided to “remove me” from his life.

What do you think?

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u/cast1988 — 8 days ago

What do you think about this message ? 🙏

I would like to share a message that my ex (ex for twenty days) sent me the first time he tried to leave me.

For some clarity: for a year and a half we had been a wonderful couple, we shared both work and the way we communicated. He was such a perfect and empathetic partner that I didn’t even believe it was real.

Then he got cancer during this year and a half, and I stayed very close to him.

Then he bought a house for us to live together in, made plans (he said he wanted children, etc.).

However, while buying this house he was anxious and cried.

Then I developed a chronic illness and spent 4–5 months in total anxiety because it was a mysterious condition with no diagnosis at the time. I lost my job and started sleeping more nights at his place, almost all of them, and (I admit) I became quite intense because the topic of illness, online translations, appointments with foreign doctors, etc. were part of my daily life and I was truly devastated and lost. I became emotionally dependent.

After about 4–5 months (roughly only eight months after the purchase of the house where we were supposed to live together in the future), following my requests for reassurance (for example, I asked him if he was still happy to be with me and if he still saw a future with me once I would feel better; I was seeking reassurance both because I perceived insecurity and because the illness had made me insecure), he wrote to me:

“ I told you several times that in recent years many things inside me have changed. It was perhaps a sudden process. But certainly not intentional. I found myself feeling stuck, empty, and disillusioned. And not because of your “fault.” Nor mine. It was a natural internal response.

At this moment, if my “problems” were a cake, the differences in our relationship would be the cream. And this damn illness would be the cherry on top. Inside, it is much worse. I have lost my competitive spirit, I have lost ambition, and I have lost enthusiasm. Or at least I don’t find them in myself at the moment. For any aspect of my life.

I’m very sorry, but in the end you are right… You ask me for things that should rightly be there, but unfortunately I have to admit that they haven’t been there for a while. I tried to pretend nothing was wrong, but it’s obvious now and I can no longer even be useful to you in almost any way. But I can’t do anything about it.

You showed me the photo of your birthday and told me you were happy there. I, on the other hand, was not. Because I had already realized that my desires were going elsewhere. That I could no longer sustain my initial intentions (I said intentions and not promises, which I always avoided making). And not because of any flaw of yours, nor because of your illness, which wasn’t even there yet. But simply because I felt the need to be available to myself. To have my time and my energy available. To use my freedom and autonomy to make my life satisfying and not just productive. To work on personal goals and not couple goals.

I felt this strongly with the experience of the house. Instinctively, the idea of living together made me anxious, made me reject it. I felt the need to be free. To live that experience alone. To “enjoy it” in my own way. Not wanting to be “distracted” by others’ expectations. To find my own “I want” and not always follow my “I must.” I don’t want a bond that makes me feel like I always have to be present or constantly consider the impact of my actions on the other person.

Then you started to feel unwell. And I took a step back. It wasn’t the time to talk about these things… And I know that not even now is. But you keep asking me things and I no longer know how to answer you. Ending up staying silent. I tried to be there for you as best as I could. Out of affection, out of dedication, to give back what you did for me, out of love. Because when I love, this is what happens to me. I put myself aside. I can’t follow my own needs and I spend myself on the other person’s. Until there is nothing left of me. And without energy, I stop doing things well. I just try to do them, and that’s it. Like what is happening now. You have no idea how sorry I am and how worried I am about the effects of this. But I can no longer put it aside. Also because you keep sensing and pointing out my shortcomings. And I truly don’t know where to take what you are asking from me…

We have to stop. I’m sorry. Truly. I don’t know how, I don’t know when. But we have to stop. Maybe it’s absurd to ask you to do it together, to do it slowly. But I feel I don’t want and cannot do it abruptly. But we have to stop.”

I would like to know what you think. I was completely surprised by the total dedication with which he accompanied me to doctors and was loving toward me, and by the complete breakup shortly after (I would have understood if he had asked for a break or tried to fix the relationship by making me understand that he might lose me, but instead in that message he had clearly decided to “remove me” from his life.

What do you think?

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u/cast1988 — 9 days ago
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? Question

In a couple that broke up because one partner fell out of love and believed they had been having doubts for months (I should emphasize that the relationship lasted 3 years, was very intense, and was marked by illness, serious problems, burnout, and a dynamic in which one partner felt that the other had many expectations or relied too heavily on them; there were no major arguments, no significant toxicity, just care and a lot of love), is it ever possible for the two people to reconnect one day and rediscover that they are in love?

Are there any positive stories of this happening?

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u/cast1988 — 11 days ago

Quanto di tutto questo è colpa mia?

Quanto di tutto questo è colpa mia?

Il mio compagno mi ha lasciata, ed è una lunga storia che non racconterò per intero adesso. La prima crepa si è creata quando ha comprato una casa per noi due (dopo poco più di un anno di una relazione quasi idilliaca e molto intima, pur rispettando sempre i reciproci spazi personali). Il suo primo crollo emotivo è avvenuto proprio in quel momento: un pianto di ansia al solo pensiero di andare a vivere insieme.

Interiormente continuava ad avere dei dubbi, ma appariva sempre devoto, accomodante, quasi santo.

Poi mi sono ammalata di una malattia cronica. Involontariamente, perché ero sola e perché mi causava un'enorme ansia, la perdita del lavoro e mesi senza una diagnosi, mi sono appoggiata a lui. Ne parlavo spesso, mi aprivo con lui nei miei momenti di pianto e, quasi automaticamente, ho iniziato a dormire da lui molto più spesso, quasi tutte le notti. Abbiamo entrambi quarant'anni e viviamo vicini. Lui lavora tutto il giorno e per me l'unico conforto era riuscire ad addormentarmi tra le sue braccia.

Mi ha lasciato per la prima volta, dicendo che aveva già avuto dubbi e timori quando aveva comprato la casa. Diceva di aver capito che voleva dedicarsi a se stesso piuttosto che a una relazione; che si dava così tanto agli altri che alla fine non gli rimaneva più nulla, e si sentiva vuoto e sopraffatto.

Abbiamo continuato a vederci comunque. Lui diceva di non sapere più cosa provasse per me. Da un lato, mi chiedeva di avere circa due giorni a settimana completamente per sé, per rilassarsi dopo il lavoro. Lavora tantissimo, spesso fino alle 21:00, ed è un lavoratore autonomo. Ho accettato, ma ho fatto fatica. Il suo comportamento mi aveva fatto sentire molto insicura, quindi invece di allontanarmi, mi sono aggrappata ancora di più a lui.

Lo lasciavo dormire da solo, ma esprimevo spesso il mio disagio perché non consideravo più il suo bisogno di spazio semplicemente come parte della sua personalità; lo vedevo come un rifiuto nei miei confronti. L'anno prima era follemente innamorato di me, voleva che vivessimo insieme e parlava di avere una famiglia. E mi aveva già lasciata due volte.

Alla fine mi ha lasciata di nuovo. Dice di non amarmi, ma la sua mancanza d'amore sembra più che altro una forma di ansia dovuta all'incapacità di soddisfare i miei bisogni.

Mi sento in colpa perché mi chiedo se il suo desiderio di vicinanza sarebbe tornato se gli avessi concesso i tre giorni a settimana da solo che desiderava, e se stessi chiedendo troppo volendo almeno passare le notti insieme. (Devo precisare che abitiamo vicini. Di solito ci vedevamo verso le 21:00 o anche più tardi, io uscivo la mattina e lui lavorava tutto il giorno. Comunicavamo principalmente tramite qualche messaggio.)

Spesso, per sentirmi più sicura dopo quelle rotture, gli chiedevo di passare a salutarmi, come faceva un tempo.

Temo di essere la causa principale della fine della nostra relazione. Gli voglio molto bene e non avrei mai voluto che si sentisse inascoltato o che i suoi bisogni non contassero. Mi sento in colpa perché mi chiedo se, a causa della mia malattia e della terribile paura che ho provato nell'ultimo anno, non sia diventata oggettivamente troppo bisognosa e lo abbia allontanato.

Non l'ho più contattato perché mi ha detto che, secondo lui, non c'è modo di risolvere la situazione. Ho rispettato il suo bisogno di spazio.

Finora non è riuscito a parlarmi di persona.

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u/cast1988 — 12 days ago

Is it my fault ?

How Much of This Is My Fault?

How Much of This Is My Fault?

My partner left me, and it’s a long story that I won’t tell in full right now. The first crack appeared when he bought a house for the two of us (after a little over a year of an almost idyllic and very close relationship, though we still respected each other’s personal space). His first emotional breakdown happened when he bought the house: an anxious cry at the thought of living together.

He continued to have doubts internally, but he always appeared devoted, accommodating, almost saint-like.

Then I developed a chronic illness. Unintentionally, because I was alone and because it caused me enormous anxiety, job loss, and months without a diagnosis, I leaned on him. I talked about it often, opened up to him during my moments of crying, and almost automatically I started sleeping at his place much more often—almost every night. We are both 40 years old and live close to each other. He works all day, and for me, my only comfort was being able to fall asleep in his arms.

He left me for the first time, saying that he had already had doubts and fears when he bought the house. He said he had realized that he wanted to dedicate himself to himself rather than to a relationship; that he gives so much to others that eventually nothing is left of him, and he ends up feeling empty and overwhelmed.

We continued seeing each other anyway. He said he no longer knew what his feelings for me were. On the one hand, he asked to have about two days a week completely to himself, to decompress after work. He works incredibly hard, often until 9 p.m., and is self-employed. I agreed, but I struggled to do it. His behavior had made me feel very insecure, so instead of pulling away, I clung more tightly.

I let him sleep alone, but I often expressed my distress because I no longer saw his need for space as simply part of who he was; I saw it as a rejection of me. The year before, he had been madly in love with me, wanted us to live together, and talked about having a family. And he had already left me twice.

In the end, he left me again. He says he doesn’t love me, but his lack of love seems more like anxiety about being unable to meet my needs.

I feel guilty because I wonder whether his desire for closeness might have come back if I had given him the three days alone each week that he wanted, and whether I was asking too much by wanting at least to spend the nights together. (I should point out that we live close to each other. We usually saw each other around 9 p.m. or even later, I would leave in the morning, and he worked all day. We mostly communicated through a few text messages.)

Often, to feel more secure after those breakups, I would ask him to stop by and say hello, as he used to do before.

I’m afraid that I am the main reason the relationship ended. I care about him deeply and would never have wanted him to feel unheard or that his needs didn’t matter. I feel guilty because I wonder whether, because of my illness and the terrible fear I experienced over the past year, I objectively became too needy and scared him away.

I haven’t contacted him anymore because he told me that, in his opinion, there is no way to fix things. I have respected his need for space.

So far, he has not been able to talk to me in person.

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u/cast1988 — 12 days ago

This is my fault ?

How Much of This Is My Fault?

My partner left me, and it’s a long story that I won’t tell in full right now. The first crack appeared when he bought a house for the two of us (after a little over a year of an almost idyllic and very close relationship, though we still respected each other’s personal space). His first emotional breakdown happened when he bought the house: an anxious cry at the thought of living together.

He continued to have doubts internally, but he always appeared devoted, accommodating, almost saint-like.

Then I developed a chronic illness. Unintentionally, because I was alone and because it caused me enormous anxiety, job loss, and months without a diagnosis, I leaned on him. I talked about it often, opened up to him during my moments of crying, and almost automatically I started sleeping at his place much more often—almost every night. We are both 40 years old and live close to each other. He works all day, and for me, my only comfort was being able to fall asleep in his arms.

He left me for the first time, saying that he had already had doubts and fears when he bought the house. He said he had realized that he wanted to dedicate himself to himself rather than to a relationship; that he gives so much to others that eventually nothing is left of him, and he ends up feeling empty and overwhelmed.

We continued seeing each other anyway. He said he no longer knew what his feelings for me were. On the one hand, he asked to have about two days a week completely to himself, to decompress after work. He works incredibly hard, often until 9 p.m., and is self-employed. I agreed, but I struggled to do it. His behavior had made me feel very insecure, so instead of pulling away, I clung more tightly.

I let him sleep alone, but I often expressed my distress because I no longer saw his need for space as simply part of who he was; I saw it as a rejection of me. The year before, he had been madly in love with me, wanted us to live together, and talked about having a family. And he had already left me twice.

In the end, he left me again. He says he doesn’t love me, but his lack of love seems more like anxiety about being unable to meet my needs.

I feel guilty because I wonder whether his desire for closeness might have come back if I had given him the three days alone each week that he wanted, and whether I was asking too much by wanting at least to spend the nights together. (I should point out that we live close to each other. We usually saw each other around 9 p.m. or even later, I would leave in the morning, and he worked all day. We mostly communicated through a few text messages.)

Often, to feel more secure after those breakups, I would ask him to stop by and say hello, as he used to do before.

I’m afraid that I am the main reason the relationship ended. I care about him deeply and would never have wanted him to feel unheard or that his needs didn’t matter. I feel guilty because I wonder whether, because of my illness and the terrible fear I experienced over the past year, I objectively became too needy and scared him away.

I haven’t contacted him anymore because he told me that, in his opinion, there is no way to fix things. I have respected his need for space.

So far, he has not been able to talk to me in person.

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u/cast1988 — 13 days ago

How Much of This Is My Fault?

How Much of This Is My Fault?

My partner left me, and it’s a long story that I won’t tell in full right now. The first crack appeared when he bought a house for the two of us (after a little over a year of an almost idyllic and very close relationship, though we still respected each other’s personal space). His first emotional breakdown happened when he bought the house: an anxious cry at the thought of living together.

He continued to have doubts internally, but he always appeared devoted, accommodating, almost saint-like.

Then I developed a chronic illness. Unintentionally, because I was alone and because it caused me enormous anxiety, job loss, and months without a diagnosis, I leaned on him. I talked about it often, opened up to him during my moments of crying, and almost automatically I started sleeping at his place much more often—almost every night. We are both 40 years old and live close to each other. He works all day, and for me, my only comfort was being able to fall asleep in his arms.

He left me for the first time, saying that he had already had doubts and fears when he bought the house. He said he had realized that he wanted to dedicate himself to himself rather than to a relationship; that he gives so much to others that eventually nothing is left of him, and he ends up feeling empty and overwhelmed.

We continued seeing each other anyway. He said he no longer knew what his feelings for me were. On the one hand, he asked to have about two days a week completely to himself, to decompress after work. He works incredibly hard, often until 9 p.m., and is self-employed. I agreed, but I struggled to do it. His behavior had made me feel very insecure, so instead of pulling away, I clung more tightly.

I let him sleep alone, but I often expressed my distress because I no longer saw his need for space as simply part of who he was; I saw it as a rejection of me. The year before, he had been madly in love with me, wanted us to live together, and talked about having a family. And he had already left me twice.

In the end, he left me again. He says he doesn’t love me, but his lack of love seems more like anxiety about being unable to meet my needs.

I feel guilty because I wonder whether his desire for closeness might have come back if I had given him the three days alone each week that he wanted, and whether I was asking too much by wanting at least to spend the nights together. (I should point out that we live close to each other. We usually saw each other around 9 p.m. or even later, I would leave in the morning, and he worked all day. We mostly communicated through a few text messages.)

Often, to feel more secure after those breakups, I would ask him to stop by and say hello, as he used to do before.

I’m afraid that I am the main reason the relationship ended. I care about him deeply and would never have wanted him to feel unheard or that his needs didn’t matter. I feel guilty because I wonder whether, because of my illness and the terrible fear I experienced over the past year, I objectively became too needy and scared him away.

I haven’t contacted him anymore because he told me that, in his opinion, there is no way to fix things. I have respected his need for space.

So far, he has not been able to talk to me in person.

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u/cast1988 — 13 days ago

Help me Please. Please, translate text 😞😞😞I feel very bad

Salve, vorrei un parere. La storia è molto lunga ma vorrei solo riassumere brevemente un aspetto della storia. Dopo tre anni lui (43) mi lascia. Abbiamo passato una bellissima storia ma molto intensa e strana: nel primo anno e mezzo c’era un amore davvero empatico, pacato e maturo. Siamo due psicologi. Nella storia ci sono state due malattie: un tumore suo, in cui l’ho sostenuto e dopo una malattia mia, rara e difficile da diagnosticare e curare nel mio paese. Già prima della malattia lui aveva comprato una casa (per se stesso e tutta pagata da lui) dove diceva che saremmo andati insieme e pianificava famiglia. Già da quando l’ha presa ho iniziato a vedere tentennamenti come avesse paura o senso di costrizione ma speravo fosse un periodo di paura. Dopo, mi ammalo io e ci sono 6 mesi terribili in cui ero davvero impaurita e triste, avevo perso tutti nella vita. Da dormire 3/4 notti insieme (abita da solo) automaticamente le notti insieme sono diventate di più. Ed ero abbastanza abbattuta e pesante ,si parlava ogni giorno delle cure e visite da fare perché era una malattia strana; ho chiesto il suo appoggio e ho chiesto rassicurazione sull’essere amata e sul suo desiderio di futuro anche se stavo attraversando questa cosa. Pochi mesi dopo mi lascia la prima volta dicendo che si è reso conto di non essere adatto per una coppia impegnativa , ma non ci lasciamo realmente, e di non essere più sicuro dei suoi sentimenti. Continuo a stare con lui che mi tratta benissimo, mi accompagna alle visite anche fuori paese , dolcissimo. Ma nei mesi non ha mai più detto ti amo e ha sempre parlato in termini negativi del nostro rapporto ,aumentando tanta insicurezza. Lavora troppo, dieci ore al giorno come psicologo, con le storie degli altri. Mi aveva chiesto un “distanziamento”, cioè voleva dormire insieme meno sere alla settimana, massimo 5, circa due sere a settimana mi diceva di voler stare solo dopo lavoro e di sentirsi svuotato. Io, presa dall’ansia datami dalla sua “inversione di marcia”, avendo iniziato un rapporto con aspettative (sue) di famiglia, ho attivato un attaccamento ansioso: non lo vedevo mai durante la giornata, ci sentivamo solo con 3 messaggi. Perché è sempre stato fissato col lavoro e ha da pagare cose. Dopo lavoro andava dai suoi genitori a cenare spesso per “velocità “ e stanchezza. Quelli che io chiedevo era solo di dormire abbracciati ogni notte o almeno 6, perché passavo mesi orribili e mi faceva bene stare con lui. La mattina presto andavo via perché doveva lavorare. Lui si è sentito ancora più “incastrato” perché lo facevo sentire inavvertitamente colpevole quando diceva che non voleva vedermi. A me faceva male perché abitiamo davvero vicini in un paesino , e mi sembrava strano che in 48 /72 ore (2/3 giornate) non passasse nemmeno a salutarmi dieci minuti . Gli ho detto infatti che se mi avesse dato una conferma, ad esempio che mi amasse ancora, o avessi visto la sua felicità per la nostra bella relazione, io sarei stata più tranquilla ad accettare i suoi “allontanamenti”. Diceva di voler solo stare sul divano senza altro essere umano intorno(anche se non chiedevo nulla solo di vedere la tv insieme o anche riposare insieme). Siamo quarantenni. Mi sento enormemente in colpa perché penso: se avessi accettato il suo bisogno di due tre giornate da solo/ nottate (lui risultava grato e felice quando non mi rammaricavo per questo) ora saremmo insieme, avrebbe recuperato il desiderio e la serenità nel rapporto ? 

So che il suo è un comportamento incoerente , un po’ immaturo perché si è allontanato con i progetti quando mi sono ammalata, so che è un po’ evitante ma se io fossi stata diversa li avrei salvato questo rapporto? Quanto risulto anormale o bisognosa a voler dormire quasi ogni notte col mio uomo se non condivido nulla nella giornata e non viviamo insieme? (La domenica la passavamo tutta insieme). Chiedevo troppo? O avrebbe potuto ridurre un minimo il suo lavoro (burnout) per stare con me qualche sera più rilassato anche dato che passavo una terribile malattia? Grazie mille:( 

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u/cast1988 — 16 days ago

Coppia e salute aiutatemi :( m 43 f 37

Salve, vorrei un parere. La storia è molto lunga ma vorrei solo riassumere brevemente un aspetto della storia. Dopo tre anni lui (43) mi lascia. Abbiamo passato una bellissima storia ma molto intensa e strana: nel primo anno e mezzo c’era un amore davvero empatico, pacato e maturo. Siamo due psicologi. Nella storia ci sono state due malattie: un tumore suo, in cui l’ho sostenuto e dopo una malattia mia, rara e difficile da diagnosticare e curare nel mio paese. Già prima della malattia lui aveva comprato una casa (per se stesso e tutta pagata da lui) dove diceva che saremmo andati insieme e pianificava famiglia. Già da quando l’ha presa ho iniziato a vedere tentennamenti come avesse paura o senso di costrizione ma speravo fosse un periodo di paura. Dopo, mi ammalo io e ci sono 6 mesi terribili in cui ero davvero impaurita e triste, avevo perso tutti nella vita. Da dormire 3/4 notti insieme (abita da solo) automaticamente le notti insieme sono diventate di più. Ed ero abbastanza abbattuta e pesante ,si parlava ogni giorno delle cure e visite da fare perché era una malattia strana; ho chiesto il suo appoggio e ho chiesto rassicurazione sull’essere amata e sul suo desiderio di futuro anche se stavo attraversando questa cosa. Pochi mesi dopo mi lascia la prima volta dicendo che si è reso conto di non essere adatto per una coppia impegnativa , ma non ci lasciamo realmente, e di non essere più sicuro dei suoi sentimenti. Continuo a stare con lui che mi tratta benissimo, mi accompagna alle visite anche fuori paese , dolcissimo. Ma nei mesi non ha mai più detto ti amo e ha sempre parlato in termini negativi del nostro rapporto ,aumentando tanta insicurezza. Lavora troppo, dieci ore al giorno come psicologo, con le storie degli altri. Mi aveva chiesto un “distanziamento”, cioè voleva dormire insieme meno sere alla settimana, massimo 5, circa due sere a settimana mi diceva di voler stare solo dopo lavoro e di sentirsi svuotato. Io, presa dall’ansia datami dalla sua “inversione di marcia”, avendo iniziato un rapporto con aspettative (sue) di famiglia, ho attivato un attaccamento ansioso: non lo vedevo mai durante la giornata, ci sentivamo solo con 3 messaggi. Perché è sempre stato fissato col lavoro e ha da pagare cose. Dopo lavoro andava dai suoi genitori a cenare spesso per “velocità “ e stanchezza. Quelli che io chiedevo era solo di dormire abbracciati ogni notte o almeno 6, perché passavo mesi orribili e mi faceva bene stare con lui. La mattina presto andavo via perché doveva lavorare. Lui si è sentito ancora più “incastrato” perché lo facevo sentire inavvertitamente colpevole quando diceva che non voleva vedermi. A me faceva male perché abitiamo davvero vicini in un paesino , e mi sembrava strano che in 48 /72 ore (2/3 giornate) non passasse nemmeno a salutarmi dieci minuti . Gli ho detto infatti che se mi avesse dato una conferma, ad esempio che mi amasse ancora, o avessi visto la sua felicità per la nostra bella relazione, io sarei stata più tranquilla ad accettare i suoi “allontanamenti”. Diceva di voler solo stare sul divano senza altro essere umano intorno(anche se non chiedevo nulla solo di vedere la tv insieme o anche riposare insieme). Siamo quarantenni. Mi sento enormemente in colpa perché penso: se avessi accettato il suo bisogno di due tre giornate da solo/ nottate (lui risultava grato e felice quando non mi rammaricavo per questo) ora saremmo insieme, avrebbe recuperato il desiderio e la serenità nel rapporto ? 

So che il suo è un comportamento incoerente , un po’ immaturo perché si è allontanato con i progetti quando mi sono ammalata, so che è un po’ evitante ma se io fossi stata diversa li avrei salvato questo rapporto? Quanto risulto anormale o bisognosa a voler dormire quasi ogni notte col mio uomo se non condivido nulla nella giornata e non viviamo insieme? (La domenica la passavamo tutta insieme). Chiedevo troppo? O avrebbe potuto ridurre un minimo il suo lavoro (burnout) per stare con me qualche sera più rilassato anche dato che passavo una terribile malattia? Grazie mille:( 

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u/cast1988 — 16 days ago

Storia d’amore particolare. Mi aiutate?

Salve, vorrei un parere. La storia è molto lunga ma vorrei solo riassumere brevemente un aspetto della storia. Dopo tre anni lui (43) mi lascia. Abbiamo passato una bellissima storia ma molto intensa e strana: nel primo anno e mezzo c’era un amore davvero empatico, pacato e maturo. Siamo due psicologi. Nella storia ci sono state due malattie: un tumore suo, in cui l’ho sostenuto e dopo una malattia mia, rara e difficile da diagnosticare e curare nel mio paese. Già prima della malattia lui aveva comprato una casa (per se stesso e tutta pagata da lui) dove diceva che saremmo andati insieme e pianificava famiglia. Già da quando l’ha presa ho iniziato a vedere tentennamenti come avesse paura o senso di costrizione ma speravo fosse un periodo di paura. Dopo, mi ammalo io e ci sono 6 mesi terribili in cui ero davvero impaurita e triste, avevo perso tutti nella vita. Da dormire 3/4 notti insieme (abita da solo) automaticamente le notti insieme sono diventate di più. Ed ero abbastanza abbattuta e pesante ,si parlava ogni giorno delle cure e visite da fare perché era una malattia strana; ho chiesto il suo appoggio e ho chiesto rassicurazione sull’essere amata e sul suo desiderio di futuro anche se stavo attraversando questa cosa. Pochi mesi dopo mi lascia la prima volta dicendo che si è reso conto di non essere adatto per una coppia impegnativa , ma non ci lasciamo realmente, e di non essere più sicuro dei suoi sentimenti. Continuo a stare con lui che mi tratta benissimo, mi accompagna alle visite anche fuori paese , dolcissimo. Ma nei mesi non ha mai più detto ti amo e ha sempre parlato in termini negativi del nostro rapporto ,aumentando tanta insicurezza. Lavora troppo, dieci ore al giorno come psicologo, con le storie degli altri. Mi aveva chiesto un “distanziamento”, cioè voleva dormire insieme meno sere alla settimana, massimo 5, circa due sere a settimana mi diceva di voler stare solo dopo lavoro e di sentirsi svuotato. Io, presa dall’ansia datami dalla sua “inversione di marcia”, avendo iniziato un rapporto con aspettative (sue) di famiglia, ho attivato un attaccamento ansioso: non lo vedevo mai durante la giornata, ci sentivamo solo con 3 messaggi. Perché è sempre stato fissato col lavoro e ha da pagare cose. Dopo lavoro andava dai suoi genitori a cenare spesso per “velocità “ e stanchezza. Quelli che io chiedevo era solo di dormire abbracciati ogni notte o almeno 6, perché passavo mesi orribili e mi faceva bene stare con lui. La mattina presto andavo via perché doveva lavorare. Lui si è sentito ancora più “incastrato” perché lo facevo sentire inavvertitamente colpevole quando diceva che non voleva vedermi. A me faceva male perché abitiamo davvero vicini in un paesino , e mi sembrava strano che in 48 /72 ore (2/3 giornate) non passasse nemmeno a salutarmi dieci minuti . Gli ho detto infatti che se mi avesse dato una conferma, ad esempio che mi amasse ancora, o avessi visto la sua felicità per la nostra bella relazione, io sarei stata più tranquilla ad accettare i suoi “allontanamenti”. Diceva di voler solo stare sul divano senza altro essere umano intorno(anche se non chiedevo nulla solo di vedere la tv insieme o anche riposare insieme). Siamo quarantenni. Mi sento enormemente in colpa perché penso: se avessi accettato il suo bisogno di due tre giornate da solo/ nottate (lui risultava grato e felice quando non mi rammaricavo per questo) ora saremmo insieme, avrebbe recuperato il desiderio e la serenità nel rapporto ? 

So che il suo è un comportamento incoerente , un po’ immaturo perché si è allontanato con i progetti quando mi sono ammalata, so che è un po’ evitante ma se io fossi stata diversa li avrei salvato questo rapporto? Quanto risulto anormale o bisognosa a voler dormire quasi ogni notte col mio uomo se non condivido nulla nella giornata e non viviamo insieme? (La domenica la passavamo tutta insieme). Chiedevo troppo? O avrebbe potuto ridurre un minimo il suo lavoro (burnout) per stare con me qualche sera più rilassato anche dato che passavo una terribile malattia? Grazie mille:( 

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u/cast1988 — 16 days ago

Aiuto per storia d’amore finita

Salve, vorrei un parere. La storia è molto lunga ma vorrei solo riassumere brevemente un aspetto della storia. Dopo tre anni lui (43) mi lascia. Abbiamo passato una bellissima storia ma molto intensa e strana: nel primo anno e mezzo c’era un amore davvero empatico, pacato e maturo. Siamo due psicologi. Nella storia ci sono state due malattie: un tumore suo, in cui l’ho sostenuto e dopo una malattia mia, rara e difficile da diagnosticare e curare nel mio paese. Già prima della malattia lui aveva comprato una casa (per se stesso e tutta pagata da lui) dove diceva che saremmo andati insieme e pianificava famiglia. Già da quando l’ha presa ho iniziato a vedere tentennamenti come avesse paura o senso di costrizione ma speravo fosse un periodo di paura. Dopo, mi ammalo io e ci sono 6 mesi terribili in cui ero davvero impaurita e triste, avevo perso tutti nella vita. Da dormire 3/4 notti insieme (abita da solo) automaticamente le notti insieme sono diventate di più. Ed ero abbastanza abbattuta e pesante ,si parlava ogni giorno delle cure e visite da fare perché era una malattia strana; ho chiesto il suo appoggio e ho chiesto rassicurazione sull’essere amata e sul suo desiderio di futuro anche se stavo attraversando questa cosa. Pochi mesi dopo mi lascia la prima volta dicendo che si è reso conto di non essere adatto per una coppia impegnativa , ma non ci lasciamo realmente, e di non essere più sicuro dei suoi sentimenti. Continuo a stare con lui che mi tratta benissimo, mi accompagna alle visite anche fuori paese , dolcissimo. Ma nei mesi non ha mai più detto ti amo e ha sempre parlato in termini negativi del nostro rapporto ,aumentando tanta insicurezza. Lavora troppo, dieci ore al giorno come psicologo, con le storie degli altri. Mi aveva chiesto un “distanziamento”, cioè voleva dormire insieme meno sere alla settimana, massimo 5, circa due sere a settimana mi diceva di voler stare solo dopo lavoro e di sentirsi svuotato. Io, presa dall’ansia datami dalla sua “inversione di marcia”, avendo iniziato un rapporto con aspettative (sue) di famiglia, ho attivato un attaccamento ansioso: non lo vedevo mai durante la giornata, ci sentivamo solo con 3 messaggi. Perché è sempre stato fissato col lavoro e ha da pagare cose. Dopo lavoro andava dai suoi genitori a cenare spesso per “velocità “ e stanchezza. Quelli che io chiedevo era solo di dormire abbracciati ogni notte o almeno 6, perché passavo mesi orribili e mi faceva bene stare con lui. La mattina presto andavo via perché doveva lavorare. Lui si è sentito ancora più “incastrato” perché lo facevo sentire inavvertitamente colpevole quando diceva che non voleva vedermi. A me faceva male perché abitiamo davvero vicini in un paesino , e mi sembrava strano che in 48 /72 ore (2/3 giornate) non passasse nemmeno a salutarmi dieci minuti . Gli ho detto infatti che se mi avesse dato una conferma, ad esempio che mi amasse ancora, o avessi visto la sua felicità per la nostra bella relazione, io sarei stata più tranquilla ad accettare i suoi “allontanamenti”. Diceva di voler solo stare sul divano senza altro essere umano intorno(anche se non chiedevo nulla solo di vedere la tv insieme o anche riposare insieme). Siamo quarantenni. Mi sento enormemente in colpa perché penso: se avessi accettato il suo bisogno di due tre giornate da solo/ nottate (lui risultava grato e felice quando non mi rammaricavo per questo) ora saremmo insieme, avrebbe recuperato il desiderio e la serenità nel rapporto ? 

So che il suo è un comportamento incoerente , un po’ immaturo perché si è allontanato con i progetti quando mi sono ammalata, so che è un po’ evitante ma se io fossi stata diversa li avrei salvato questo rapporto? Quanto risulto anormale o bisognosa a voler dormire quasi ogni notte col mio uomo se non condivido nulla nella giornata e non viviamo insieme? (La domenica la passavamo tutta insieme). Chiedevo troppo? O avrebbe potuto ridurre un minimo il suo lavoro (burnout) per stare con me qualche sera più rilassato anche dato che passavo una terribile malattia? Grazie mille:( 

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u/cast1988 — 16 days ago

Help me Please / love story/ m43 F37

I was dumped by my boyfriend after three years. Initially, I treated him for his cancer, and he recovered.

Afterward, I was very difficultly diagnosed with a rare, chronic disease, incurable in my country and poorly recognized. For about eight months, unfortunately, I was completely anxious every day. I talked to him every day about this and my doubts, also because I had lost everything, and I had no adequate and safe treatments, and no doctors nearby, only online consultations that I had to translate into English (I'm Italian).

He is a psychologist and very empathetic. He always accompanied me to visits abroad, providing emotional support.

However, over time, he completely stopped talking about the future, and I, because of this anxiety, asked for more confirmation. I think he felt very responsible for me and my health (he asked for space to sleep at his house a few nights a week alone, but I felt bad because seeing him at night and in the evening was very important to me, given the horrible times).

In short, over the months he must have felt empty and overwhelmed, leaving me recently after months of worry.

I feel very guilty, not so much for the illness but for having talked to him about it too much in the first few months. I was desperate.

Now, for a few months, I've been trying to stop thinking about it. I often went out with him and friends and cooked dinners.

But I'll always feel guilty for having destroyed, by talking about it, perhaps the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to me.

What do you think?

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u/cast1988 — 18 days ago
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Help me Please/ love story

was dumped by my boyfriend after three years. Initially, I treated him for his cancer, and he recovered.

Afterward, I was very difficultly diagnosed with a rare, chronic disease, incurable in my country and poorly recognized. For about eight months, unfortunately, I was completely anxious every day. I talked to him every day about this and my doubts, also because I had lost everything, and I had no adequate and safe treatments, and no doctors nearby, only online consultations that I had to translate into English (I'm Italian).

He is a psychologist and very empathetic. He always accompanied me to visits abroad, providing emotional support.

However, over time, he completely stopped talking about the future, and I, because of this anxiety, asked for more confirmation. I think he felt very responsible for me and my health (he asked for space to sleep at his house a few nights a week alone, but I felt bad because seeing him at night and in the evening was very important to me, given the horrible times).

In short, over the months he must have felt empty and overwhelmed, leaving me recently after months of worry.

I feel very guilty, not so much for the illness but for having talked to him about it too much in the first few months. I was desperate.

Now, for a few months, I've been trying to stop thinking about it. I often went out with him and friends and cooked dinners.

But I'll always feel guilty for having destroyed, by talking about it, perhaps the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to me.

What do you think?

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u/cast1988 — 18 days ago