It's a complex story - my ex and I had been together for around a year, all going well. In July of this year, I got the feeling something had changed - the spontaneous 'I love you' texts stopped etc, and my gut feeling was that I was losing the love of my life. I of course did completely the wrong thing, becoming more and more clingy and needy, constantly seeking approval, trying to see what she was texting and all the really embarrassing stuff. This of course, eventually drove her away, and I was unceremoniously dumped, the reason given being 'I just don't want to be in a relationship' - even though it transpired my replacement was with her the same night!
Anyway, lets fast forward another month - we play on the same pool team, so I was forced to see her every Tuesday evening. I tried (incorrectly!) to be the friend, be supportive, ask no questions about our relationship or her new one. Fast forward another month - the 'I miss you - wanna coffee?" texts started. Of course, instead of playing it cool, I leapt at the chance. She started volunteering information about her and the other guy; tried to justify what she called 'cold feet' and all this stuff. I was so relieved, and optimistic, and within a few weeks we were back together. So much so, in fact, just 10 days ago we were choosing engagement rings, wedding dresses, the whole package. We found the perfect house, put down the deposit, arranged transfer of utilities - all sorted. The only 'hurdle' was she felt shee needed a face-to-face with the 'other guy' to explain everything (which yes, I became insecure about - they work together also!) - so, Thursday night she goes out ("I really won't be long - I love you, adore you, worship you - let me deal with this and we'll be happy for ever") - Friday we're moving in. Thursday night however, as it gets closer to midnight, she won't return my texts or calls. Early hours Friday morning, still no contact. Friday lunchtime, I'm at the house, and as the Cable man turns up I text her to ask whats going on - I get a six word reply: "I'm not moving. I am sorry". And that was it! She of course spen the night with 'him', but has claimed in a brief communication since she chickened out and didn't want to feel dependent on me. As one can imagine, I'm gutted. The emotional rollercoaster of the last few months has left me physically and emotionally exhausted, with no self-esteem, confidence, or hope. Even though I KNOW she treated me so badly, and is obviously not my long-term goal, why do I still love her so passionately, leaping at the phone every time I get a text or an email in case it's her, constantly running these negative jealous thoughts through my head that distract me to the point of no appetite, no sleep, and I'm just lost. The hopelessness and despair just overwhelm me. The rational part of me knows I need to move on, forget her, and find someone who genuinely cares for me, but the emotional part of me feels I can never be happy without her, and that part's winning. I know I need to move on, but lack the motivation and the resources to do so. I'm overwhelmingly alone and hopeless - convinced I'll die a sad lonely old man - the thought of Thanksgiving/Christmas alone fills me with such dread. I'm lost, broken, and don't know how to fix it.