OK, so my girlfriend took off on me last week. I mean really took off. She left a note to tell me she wasn't coming back, but I have no idea where she went, and not one of her friends or family members has heard from her since. We weren't happy together, and on one hand, I'm relieved to be out of a bad relationship. On the other, we lived together for many years, and I've been worried sick about her well-being. I'm reasonably confident that I won't hear from her again, so I know I need to just pick up the pieces and move on. I've tried to keep myself occupied and maintain my composure, but I haven't been sleeping enough to say. Today, I was so physically and emotionally exhausted, I had to call in sick to work. I think it made things much worse.
Without going into too much detail, she was probably chronically depressed. I think she used her relationship with me to escape her problems for the first few years, and continued to shut down emotionally after that. She had no job, no motivation of any sort, spent all of her time online, never wanted to go out, things like that. For a while, I tried to reason with her to get her to try and do something about her issues, then I resorted to begging her to. None of it worked, and then I started fighting with her about it continually. She just didn't want to put any real effort into maintaining our relationship, and things began to get quite acrimonious before she disappeared. I more or less stopped speaking to her, because I knew there was no way our relationship was going to get repaired unless she decided she wanted it to happen and reached out to me. She didn't, of course.
Mostly, she was just very neglectful. She couldn't be counted on for pretty much anything. I guess the best example would be once when I'd caught a terrible stomach flu, and she refused to go to the store to pick up some medicine for me. I was throwing up violently, and literally pleading with her to go out and get some Maalox or Motrin or something, but she basically said something to the effect of "I don't like driving. You'll be fine; just drink some water." She almost never initiated any physical display of affection. I could be sitting right there in the room crying, and without looking up from the TV, she'd ask "You gonna' make it over there?" Almost any interaction with me beyond a perfunctory "How was your day?" was treated like a chore, preceeded by a big sigh, and an eye roll. Every time I confronted her about how annoyed she acted towards me, she'd bring up something that I did months or years before that she'd never said anything about. When I asked her to be honest and tell me when she was upset instead of harboring grudges for years on end, she'd tell me "You know I don't like talking about stuff like that." I'd tell her we needed to do it anyway, because it was changing the way we treated each other, and doing real harm to our relationship, and she actually said "So?"
Of course, it's possible that I was just overly needy and burdensome on her, but I really don't think I was. I didn't expect a lot out of her except that she help out with the laundry and cleaning since she didn't work, or really do anything else with her life. I don't think I was too emotionally demanding. All I really wanted was for her to be up front with me, not be so non-communicative about everything. If she could see I was feeling miserable, to just give me a hug and talk to me about it, and not be so closed off that I couldn't do the same for her. When our sex life ground to a halt, I didn't ask that she try and regain the drive she'd lost, or even to understand why it was so hurtful and upsetting to me that we didn't have any intimacy anymore, but to just understand that I did feel that way, and give me some reassurance instead of just getting mad at me when she could tell I was depressed about it.
I tried to sit down and say more or less these same things for three years now, and I just keep getting told I "shouldn't feel that way." I shouldn't feel like I'm not in an equal partnership when she refuses to help with day-to-day responsibilities. I shouldn't feel unloved if she turns away when I try to hug her at bedtime (not just once in a while, but literally every night). I shouldn't feel unwanted and hurt when she rejects me sexually. I shouldn't feel unappreciated if she gets up and storms out of the room when I lie awake tossing and turning because I'm stressed out and anxious over trying to provide for us by myself. I shouldn't feel that way, I should just not care.
Well, now I still feel angry, hurt, humiliated, used, psychologically abused, rejected, unloved, unlovable, and afraid of being alone forever for the rest of my life. But of course, I can't really come to terms with any of those things because now I'm worried f***ing sick about what might have happened to her to boot. I'm a complete wreck, have no idea what to do with myself, and now I'm starting to really wish she would come back. I'm not sure why, because I wasn't really any less miserable when she was here, but now I feel like I've lost a part of myself.
Does any of this seem rational? I'm afraid I'm too screwed up to be able to tell anymore.