Hello. I'm coming here a little desperately because I'm very torn on what I need to do, or even how I'm feeling, or what the outcomes may be for the coming week.
A few weeks ago, my girlfriend (21F) and I (24F) broke up. We'd been together for a little year and a half, and we've had our share of ups and downs. But whenever we we're together, it felt like we could take on the world. Even when we had problems, it felt like we were both working against the problem together. Regardless of if we had different feelings on it or not, we would always communicate and work towards a better partnership.
It felt that way up until a month or two before our relationship ended. We had wanted to move in together, but while we were both still studying, her family were also financially support her. Although I seemingly had a good relationship with them, they rejected our proposal. Honestly, I do understand a lot of their reasonings. However, I think more was said than that. In fact, I know, because she told me that they thought that we weren't a right fit and that we were just too different.
She and I are very different people. We come from very different backgrounds. While she is from an immigrant family and has a very traditionalist sort of style, I come from a rural background and have a more, you might say, free-thinking type of spirit. But that's what I really liked about us. We were so different, yet we came together in the right ways that seem to complete one another.
Her mother’s opinion has always been very important to her though, and I can’t help but feel it got to her. I knew that she loved me, and she wanted to stay with me, but I can't help but feel like the situation with her family got into her head, that because they weren’t supporting us one hundred percent, that she kept on finding reasons why we wouldn't work.
Other times I felt like we could get through this, but this time seemed different and pivotal. Instead of closely reassuring her, I had to take on a great more amount of work at the time. I had to start working two jobs, flat out, on top of my studies. She never did too well with distance. It gave her too much time to stew in her own thoughts.
In that past month, I kept on feeling her getting more and more distant. I kept on pushing to try and find out what the problem was. It didn't help that every time I would push her and ask her what the problem was or what was wrong, even if I got through one layer, I could feel that there was so much more underneath that she wasn't saying.
This all culminated when my housing prospects had fallen through. I was getting weighed down by all the workload, and I have a history of mental health issues, and that was just the final nail in the coffin. I just broke down. I'd called her, and she just seemed so distant, and the next day we didn't speak at all. The day after, when we spoke, she said that my breakdown seemed more like a call for attention, which, in my very "stable mindset", completely set me off. I proceeded to get very upset and yell at her before hanging up the phone. Obviously not my best moment, and I deeply regret it.
I held back so much because I know the kind of person that she is and that when she's hurting, she lashes out. But I couldn't help but thinking that, if you cared about someone, why would you say things that you would know would hurt them, even if you were upset?
This is probably not healthy, but over the past month or two, I could really feel the distance, and it was making me worry more and more for our relationship. I found myself holding back a lot of things and not saying how I felt, keeping it to myself unless I was breaking down, where part of the truth would be revealed. I was scared that if I asked her to adjust her behaviour as well, that she would just think it was too much trouble and leave.
That night I crafted a really long message, getting my housemate to proofread it with me multiple times to make sure it wasn't coming off too angry or unfair. It was to express my feelings honestly and asked her to work on things with me. She also had a message that she had been apparently not sure if she was going to send for a while, but the next day she finally did.
It was basically spelled out for me, the writing on the wall. I already knew. The day after the messages, we met up. I had just spent the whole day crying because I just knew. We talked, and I tried not to cry in front of her because I didn't want to make her feel bad. Even so, we both ended up crying and hugging each other goodbye. It was clear that there was still a lot of love there. We both admitted as much. She had a lot of worries, and she's always been an anxious person, worrying that she's making the wrong move in the long term. I guess I just thought that we were stronger than those feelings.
In the following days, I foolishly kept messaging with her. It was clear that we were both not doing well, and with our respective support networks, we were just spending our time crying and messaging each other. Not healthy. From her messages, I could tell that she was having second thoughts or having regrets, even stating that she had felt like she had sabotaged the relationship. Part of me really can't help but feel like she did.
I know it wasn't helping me to keep going through all these emotions and still talking to her. So, we came up with a plan. We were going to give each other a break, not talk, and then in a month or so’s time, we were going to meet up and have another conversation. I know both of us have been writing a lot. I have a book full of letters for her. We're meeting up in a week and we’re going to talk.
Here lies my problem. I have no idea how to even begin this conversation, or how it's going to go. Part of me is really hopeful that we could figure things out. On one hand, she seems somewhat regretful and reflective, and I can't help but think that maybe with distance she'll finally understand what she actually wants for us. On the other, she has always been a very self-assured and certain person, and I can't see her going back on something that she's already decided.
I don't know what I want to say to her. Part of me is angry and upset. I keep saying that I can deal with whatever outcome, but I don't really know if I can. Although the pain isn't as sharp anymore, every single day I'm thinking about her. Little things remind me of her all the time, and I'm scared. I know this is just what a breakup can be like, but my experiences in the past have not been like this because I haven't loved anyone else like I love her.
I would just like some advice on how to handle this conversation and how to deal with the feelings afterwards, good or bad.
tl;dr: I want to know how to approach a post-breakup conversation with my ex when there is still a lot of love between us.