Hi Everyone,
My relationship ended about 3 weeks ago. B and I were together for a year and a half. She was my biggest supporter and the most positive person I've ever had in my life. I'm usually a very reserved person when it comes to affection, but with her, it felt so natural. We clicked on a level that not many people do and, of course, we fell hard for each other. About 4 months in, her roommates got so sick of seeing me that it actually caused arguments between them. B decided to get her own place and proposed the idea that we live together, which I was not into at first. I didn't want to rush it. However, after a couple months, I convinced myself that living with her couldn't possibly be a bad thing. And it wasn't. We had our issues from time to time, but we always figured it out. We were having sex multiple times on days that ended in Y. I was cooking for her almost every night. I'd find random notes around the house that would keep me smiling all day. She would surprise me at work on her days off. The romance was definitely in full force.
Fast forward about 6 months of living together. I expected the romance to slow down a bit. I mean, it was excessive at times, we couldn't keep that up forever. But, I didn't expect it to come to a halt like it did. I don't know the exact cause or moment, but I became very, very depressed. B was already settled into a career where she was making great money and was extremely happy. And here I am, struggling trying to pay my bills, at a dead end job that I hate and my dream job seemed further away with each passing day. I realized recently that I was still dealing with issues stemming from the loss of my father (10 months prior to meeting B) as well. I started to be cold and complacent. B had brought this to my attention a few times, but I got defensive and we never had a proper conversation about it. I've always had a hard time expressing my feelings and opening up to people, which doesn't help. Another 3 months later, she admitted that she felt like we were just roommates that shared a bed now. We never went out together, we rarely texted and called each other. I hurt B a lot since that shift. She was trying to open up to me and I kept rejecting her without really realizing I was doing it. But I never stopped loving her. She was my best friend and the only girl I had eyes for. I was just going through a deep depression and I let it get the best of me. Unfortunately, it affected her for about 8 months. I never sought help, or even really tried to confide in her. She was sick of it, and she should have been.
"You wore me down and it hurt the whole ****ing way," B said, just before she started dividing up all the things that we bought together.
I couldn't even form a complete sentence. Actually, neither of us said much of anything. We just stared at the floor.
After B ended things, she stayed with a friend for the week while I moved out. I reached out to her twice during that time to try to have an honest conversation, but she was not interested. She wanted space. I was devastated, even more depressed than I was before. That was the worst 7 days of my life. I woke up on my mom's couch the following day and I decided I was not going to feel sorry for myself anymore. I put myself into counseling and, the next day, I had an interview for an entry-level job in my chosen career field and I got it. I immediately quit my dead end job and signed a lease for an apartment. For the first time in a long while, I felt happy and wore a genuine smile. I know that I was not actually ready to try to reach out to her a third time. Of course, it's a bad idea. But, I did it anyway. She said we can "maybe [talk] in a few months." I couldn't convince her to hear me out and then received a very plainly stated, "don't contact me again," text. I should not have given in to that moment of weakness.
So, here I am, it's been about 10 days since I've contacted her (though I did have a friend grab my spare car key from her on my behalf.) I know it's way too early to do anything besides work on myself and keep going with the no contact rule. But, I'm constantly asking myself, can this even be saved? I was horrible to her on an emotional level and probably don't deserve a second chance. But, I would do anything just to have a chance to show B that I am on the right track and making great strides towards being the man she fell in love with.
Does anyone have any advice for a situation such as this? Is it even salvageable?
Thanks,
R