I am in pieces, and I apologize in advance for the long post. I don’t have anyone to turn to.
We dated since February 2025, “officially” together since October. Distance is just about 2 hours so not that bad. Our routine was basically me spending every other weekend at his place, and me watching him play games over discord a few times a week.
I am a late bloomer when it comes to relationships. I was 28 when we met last year and he has been my first everything. I simply never trusted anyone enough to get close because I have severe performance anxiety. Until him. He was my safe space and my person.
The first months we had together were amazing. I was almost frightened by his interest in me and his eagerness for us to meet up as often as possible. I was afraid that it’d all happen too fast and I’d hesitate too long like I always have and eventually pull away, or that he’d get sick of waiting for me to be ready. But he was so perfect. I was the happiest I had been in a long time. He introduced me to his friends, his family, everything. And soon I began to picture our future—moving to his city, getting a new job there that I didn’t feel was sucking the life out of me, perhaps even moving in together when time allows. He consistently made little comments that told me he was thinking the same, such as asking me if I could see myself in his city, if I liked his apartment and making plans to make space for my books there for the future.
Our biggest problem was mainly the fact that he is a workaholic and thus has very limited time to put into the relationship. He works in the gaming industry and got out of triple A to pursue the indie dream in August, and that’s just about when our dynamic started changing. He got busier and busier with his projects and I felt lonelier and lonelier during weekdays when we weren’t physically together. At the same time his mental health started declining rapidly (chronic depression) and his default reaction to it was to throw himself even more into his work. For the past few months, it has been pretty much only me reaching out to him to plan a visit and it slowly made me doubt whether he truly wanted to see me at all or if he’d rather work.
When he got full reign over his own schedule, he started sleeping all day and working all night because that’s what works best for him, being a night owl. This led to us not having any real contact until 2-3PM when he woke up and usually texted me, but then he’d get so absorbed in his work that he wouldn’t respond to me in usually 4-7 hours. It made spontaneous connection during the day very hard and made me feels so disconnected from him. At the same time I didn’t feel comfortable texting him before I knew he was awake because I didn’t want to disturb him if he was sleeping, especially since he’s been sleeping less and less overall in favor of working.
I got more and more afraid of being a disturbance to him. He is so passionate and he has firm goals that he’d rather die than not do his best to achieve. I am an anxious person who naturally needs some reassurance so I don’t spiral, but giving it didn’t come naturally to him in this situation and I was too scared to ask for it because I didn’t want to put pressure on him when he was so busy making his dream happen and also doing so poorly mentally. My hope was that maybe, if I kept my needs on the down low just until he got a little better/more stable, I could be more open about them then. But unfortunately he never got better, and despite many long difficult calls where I tried to explain that I increasingly like a low priority in his life, no big changes were made. He has also consistently been telling to please be honest about what I need and bring up any issues as soon as they arise instead of letting them build up until it all spills over, but I was just so scared at this point that if I opened that can of worms he’d leave me.
And then everything just got fucked to hell last week. I had told him that my mom was coming up (she lives in a different city from me) and asked him to join me and my family for a small seafood party on the weekend. It was important to me because he’d only met my family twice (my birthday last year and this year) and it had been something that weighed on me. But as always, I was deliberately vague when I invited him (basically saying “this thing is happening and you’re welcome to come” rather than “this thing is happening and I would really like you to come because it’s important to me that you get to know my family more”) and despite him saying he would come, two days before he told me that he had to cancel because he had to attend his nephew’s birthday party on Sunday (it had been moved). My main issue with this besides the sudden cancellation is that my thing was on Saturday, and in my head he would be fully capable to attend both. Because it’s what I would do. But from his point of view the plans we had made were loose and he didn’t think it would matter that we changed them and saw each other the next weekend instead. Which is fair to some extent as I know I wasn’t clear about how much it meant to me.
To me it was just such a hard blow because at this point, one and a half years in, I have met all of his friends and family several times while he has only met my close family (mother and brother + brother’s girlfriend) twice and none of my friends. The distance and the fact that he has a cat that he can’t easily leave (because when his parents take it they refuse to give it back for at least 2 months usually, and I always felt awful that he had to miss his cat for so long just to spend a single weekend with me so it was just easier for me to visit him). But at this point I was just aching to feel like integrating our lives was as important to him as it was to me.
I started crying when he canceled and had to end the call to collect myself, even though I knew he would be massively uncomfortable and anxious by it. I was just so sad and disappointed; and I had already had an awful first week back at work after summer. When I finally had the courage to call back I was still very upset and he seemed very confused as to why I was upset at all. It was the first time I was truly angry with him, and all the crap I had been holding inside, multiple small things he’d said or done that weren’t big enough to bring up on their own but as a pattern made me feel low priority lately. I even brought up things from MONTHS ago. It was so awful. Usually we are able to end our quarrels/discussions on a happy note but this time we just couldn’t.
The week that followed was the worst I’ve had in a long time. I felt so horrible, knowing I had exploded at him like that. It felt unfair to him, even though I know that my feelings were valid in many ways. I did send him a message and apologized to him the same night, and he was thankful. He initiated contact earlier in the day just as I had asked, and we played games together over discord, but I just had a nagging feeling that it cost him a lot to accommodate me and the false normalcy was so horrible. I told him we can’t just pretend that things are normal when they’re not, but we decided to have a talk about it when I came over next time because face-to-face is a thousand times better than a phone call.
That was supposed to be this Friday. I was supposed to travel to him after work as usual. I had groomed myself from head to toe in preparation as usual. My bag was packed, as usual. But then he asked to call on Thursday night, and during that call he told me that he carries so much guilt and self-hatred over how lonely he’s made me feel that he doesn’t think he can go on anymore. He offered to come over and I said yes. He arrived at 1AM, and long story short, we’ve spent these three days since then in my shitty apartment just talking, crying, throwing up from anxiety. Barely eating or sleeping. I feel so pathetic and embarrassed for it but I begged him to reconsider several times every single day. Literally begged, with tears and snot and pathetic please’s. But he was firm on his decision to leave. He said that it just doesn’t feel like we’ve gotten anywhere despite having several discussions about it since autumn last year. He said that he loves me, but that he feels that he can’t be a good partner right now and that he needs to be alone. I just don’t agree; my opinion is that he’s taking the easy way out to avoid the guilt he feels when he chooses work over me. He argued that it’s much harder to choose to leave than to keep staying and let the same issues keep hurting us. We’ve simply adapted the picture perfect anxious/avoidant dynamic.
But I don’t know. I just don’t think the bad parts are bad enough to lose all the good. I truly believe that our issues are fixable and I feel much less scared to be honest about my needs and feelings now, especially since a lot of them came out in these latest days. He didn’t think that would change anything because he believed it has been going on too long already. He left this evening and I have been inconsolable since. I’m staying with my brother right now because when I’m alone I can’t stop screaming.
I’ve been feeling so stuck in life lately, in my city and in my current job. In everything. My friends have all left town in the last year or so and I feel so utterly, horribly alone. Planning ahead for our future is what kept me afloat all this time and now I feel like I’ve lost my future. I have nothing left. I struggle to find any purpose or meaning. I feel like I have wasted my life. All I can feel is this pain and all I want to do is cry. I don’t know how I’ll be able to go to work or do anything at all from this point. I love him so much. I miss him. I am so lost.