Well since comments on blogs are not working for some reason. So many views and not any responses! I've asked questions about the comment feature still no reply so... I'm going to post it here. Hopefully I get some feedback. By the way this was written on 28-02-10.
History:
After 5 years & 10 months, me and my ex-fiance Anako broke up in December. He moved out, I changed the locks and the no contact began. It was broken one night after 3 weeks. We argued terribly and the next morning he was involved in a car accident. A really bad one that left him with some serious injuries. He listed me as his emergency contact after his mother and aunt were released from the hospital. When he was released from the hospital... I let him come home. I took care of him. On what would have been our 6 year anniversary February 14th, he stayed in the guest room the entire day and I stayed to myself. He's been doing a great job of not making passes at me. We haven't made love, kissed or hugged since he has been back in my home. He hasn't even moved anything in... so he really was playing the role of a guest in my home.
Yesterday, Saturday morning, he made it clear that he was thankful for me helping him through this, even though he's been mean to me the entire time. Example? One night he wanted to try and bathe on his own, he fell. I tried to help him get up and he was pained. He instantly shouted at me saying I can't do anything right. I ignored him and just helped him bathe and get to bed. Anyway... after he said his thank you's I just nodded and continued making his breakfast and gave him his medicine. He then told me he thinks he's well enough to take care of himself and that he no longer needs me. He found an apartment for rent, he's approved and his move in date is March 12th. I shouldn't be so shocked but I am, because I still love him more than any other man I have been with. He's put me through so many things though, I should be happy that he is not trying to get me back. I don't know how this makes me feel or why I should be feeling anything at all. I guess it hurts me because reality is sinking in that he really doesn't love me the way I love him. I had finally realized no matter how much I loved him and cared for him he would never really appreciate me. I've been running him back and forth to appointments, helping him bathe, cooking his food, helping his scars... not even his mother has seen him since her last day at the hospital. Sure she calls and checks up on him, and apologizes to me for us two breaking up (she thinks she's the reason we split up) but she hasn't come to see her child. His friends hadn't seen him, until I invited them over Friday night. He had been so cruel last week, I was hesitant to do so because he would curse his mother, friends and co workers for not coming to see him. I didn't know if he would be happy to see them if I invited them over or if he would snap on them. I took my chances. He lit up like a downtown Christmas tree when they came over. Ignored me the entire time. I mostly stayed in the kitchen and brought them out drinks and food when it was ready. When I cleaned up and got him ready for bed... he never said thank you or anything. Just... I'm sleepy what's taking you so long.
What is taking me so long? What's taking me so long to realize that he doesn't love me like that? I don't know what I'm feeling...