It's been a year. During our entire relationship, she ping ponged on me a million times. Without writing a novel, she broke up with me constantly, then apologized for "freaking out." She wanted me to push school, work, a bunch of other things, and I did, for me, not for her.
In the end, I grew as a person, while she stayed the same confused little girl she is when I met her. She doesn't know who she is, how to be emotionally mature and figure out her feelings. My saddest thing is that I told her this before walking out, and I know she took it as a personal and degrading attack, when she full well knows it's the truth, she's said it before in one of her "I'm sorry baby" shpeels.
I feel guilty for caring as little as I do at this point. She kept saying she doesn't respect me, my love isn't enough for her. It's not that I'm as she would put it... butthurt... it's just that I have given her more than anybody I've ever been with, and I feel as though she spat on it constantly. I'll be the first to say there's a lot of shit wrong with me, and the majority of the problems that are wrong are either now fixed, or being worked on. I'm not just blaming her to all of my friends or here to make myself feel like I did good, she did bad.
The bottom line though, in my mind, is she didn't want to learn and grow together, she wanted me to fix my shit, and by focusing on my shit, she could avoid her own problems.
My only question is how can something that is/was so special get to this point- the point of nothing left to say to her? How does that happen? Has anybody else wondered this? And do I really want to know?