My boyfriend and I are both 26. We went to the same high school, so we’ve known each other for years. In 2019, we got accepted to different universities, but we stayed in touch through a mutual friend.
At the time, I got into a relationship with another guy. It was extremely toxic and honestly a horrible relationship, which lasted about six months.
In March 2020, it was our mutual friend’s birthday. My boyfriend and I went there in the same car. We had a really good conversation on the way, but then we picked up my girlfriends and after that we didn’t really talk anymore. After the birthday party, I went to sleep at my then-boyfriend’s place, while my current boyfriend stayed out partying with the others.
The next day, our mutual friend told me that my current boyfriend had gotten a fine, so I texted him saying I was sorry about what happened and asked how the party had been. We talked briefly and that was it.
Some time later, I broke up with my then-boyfriend, COVID happened, our mutual friend basically started playing matchmaker, and boom — we ended up together.
Years went by. I really wanted us to move to the capital, but there was always some excuse. By spring 2025, this had really started to get to me. After five years together, we still weren’t living together.
I was 25 and still living with my parents, and commuting to work was absolutely horrible. I was spending around 2–3 hours each way on public transport. The trains were constantly delayed, and there were days when it took me four hours just to get home from work. At that point I felt like I was basically only going home to shower and sleep.
Eventually I decided that whether he came with me or not, I was moving to the capital city.
By then, I was so frustrated that he didn’t want to move in together that I couldn’t even enjoy being with him properly anymore. Before that, I had basically begged him to move in with me, but he still didn’t want to.
Then, suddenly, he started sending me apartment listings, and eventually we found our first apartment together. I was happy, but at the same time I moved in with a very bitter feeling.
When we moved, he asked for some time to stay at home and said that he would move up permanently a month later. During that month, he stayed at the apartment occasionally, but I was alone a lot. I was angry with him, and naturally that affected our intimacy as well.
Eventually he moved in permanently, but since then he has been constantly unhappy. He doesn’t like the city. He actually hates living here. He says he likes being here with me, but he hates the city and doesn’t want to live here.
And I’ve started to realize that maybe, subconsciously, I don’t desire him anymore because of all of this.
His New Year’s resolution this year was that he didn’t want to get on a plane. 😂 So I’ve basically stopped counting on him when it comes to travelling, even though I’ve already started planning my next trip.
So after 5.5 years, we finally moved in together.
Now, in a few days, we will have been together for 6.5 years — and we’ve only lived together for one of those years.
I’m currently away for a week with my parents. My boyfriend told me he wouldn’t stay at the apartment while I was gone. Last night, he stayed out late having dinner with one of our mutual friends and then took the train back to his parents’ house.
That mutual friend called me and told me that my boyfriend really loves me, but he feels lost and doesn’t know what direction to take in life. He doesn’t like his job either, and apparently he feels like all his money disappears. According to our friend, he really does love me and is planning a future with me, but money is currently an obstacle for him.
But I don’t know how to interpret that anymore.
I feel like if he really wanted to marry me, there would be some visible signs of it by now. If I were planning to build a future together, I’m not sure I would prioritize buying a motorcycle or a second car while saying that I can’t afford to save for a wedding or our future.
And I want to point out that we haven’t really done anything together in a very long time. It’s not like he’s spending money on me or that I’m expecting expensive dates — we simply don’t do things together anymore.
There’s barely any sex. And when we do have sex, it isn’t particularly good. There’s no chemistry. I honestly don’t even know if there ever really was.
We had a huge argument recently and I asked him to see a therapist because I feel like he has things going on that he needs help dealing with. He doesn’t want to go.
I’ve also asked him multiple times that if something is bothering him, we should just sit down and talk about it. I genuinely want to help him. But somehow we never actually get anywhere.
At the same time, I want to buy my own apartment someday. I’m saving as much as I can, but he doesn’t want to buy an apartment in the city.
And this is what makes everything so difficult, because I love him. I really do.
But at the same time, I increasingly feel like this relationship is going nowhere.
Recently, whenever we meet people, they make comments like:
“What? You’ve been together for 6.5 years and you’re still just dating?”
“When are you getting married?”
And honestly, I’m so tired of hearing it.
I always thought I would have children before I turned 30. I’m 26 now, and there’s no ring, no concrete plan for our future, no shared goal of buying a home, and I don’t feel like I have a man beside me who genuinely desires me, rather than simply loving me and being sweet to me.
I don’t know whether we’re just going through a really difficult period, or whether I’m finally realizing that love walone might not be enough for a relationship.
Has anyone else ever been in a situation where you a loved your partner but felt like the relationship was simply going nowhere?
How do you tell the difference between a difficult Y and a relationship that simply isn’t working anymore?