[SIZE="3"]After another completely exhausting few days of trying to analyze my most recent break up with the father of my daughter, I feel I need to look outside of myself for some input about my situation. I was seeing a therapist, but because of scheduling I haven't been able to see him in a few weeks. But I still didn't even find much relief in that as he seemed to be as confused as I am!
I met my ex boyfriend almost 8 years ago, 6 months after getting out of a really bad relationship. He was so nice and sweet, but 4 years younger than me and really completely different than anyone I had ever been with before. I was not completely physically attracted to him, nor entirely head over heals in any part of our relationship. But he was a comfort to me, and I could completely be myself around him. He didn't expect much from me, which I am still trying to decide if that was a good or bad thing.
After dating for 2 1/2 years, I started to feel so claustrophobic in the relationship. I would wake up in the middle of the night in bed with him and have panic attacks. Every little thing he did would irritate me. He was not very motivated. He would sleep till noon and never work out. He didn't seem interested in talking about marriage. We never went on a vacation together, and he never put any thought into any gifts he gave. He would always tell me he loved me and he did always want to be with me, but I just wanted him to put more effort into things. I did put a lot of effort into the relationship and I think I started to feel a little resentful. Anyway, when I began to cringe at the thought of having sex with him, I broke up with him.
We began a cycle of breaking up and getting back together for a while. I would miss him and feel so guilty and stupid for breaking up with such a wonderful guy just because I wasn't that physically attracted and because something just didn't feel right. Then when we were back together the same old patterns of me not being into it would emerge and it would start all over again. We were broken up when I found out I was pregnant. We tried to live together for a year and I was miserable. I moved out and didn't date anyone for almost 2 years. I still kept questioning my decision. He is such a good father and person, and he put up with my moods and loved me.
we recently made another attempt to salvage things last year, after we had both dated someone else for a short period of time. A few days into getting back together, I had panic attacks. I literally came home one night after a walk and kneeled down in the living room and said what am i doing? There were a few moments where I thought, I am happy, how could I have been so stupid to let him go. But a few months later, I didn't want to kiss him, blah blah the same old things. So now we are broken up, and he is "casually" seeing the girl he was seeing before we got back together.
So my question is, am I crazy? why can't I just let go? You would think trying things with him about 6 times in 8 years would be enough for me to realize it's never gonna work, but it's not. I still question every day if there was something I could have done differently, or if I am too superficial, or if I am living in a fantasy world thinking that someone is better suited for me out there. I mean, we must keep breaking up for a reason, but my feelings for him must still be there for a reason too, right? Maybe if we had moved forward more quickly; bought the house I wanted and gotten married, the commitment itself would have helped? Do I still love him but I'm afraid? I just don't understand why i can't move on after all this time. He says he still cares about me and always will and he hasn't fully moved on either, but he is seeing someone. Maybe he didn't really love me as much as i thought and he wanted to leave me for this other girl? (God, that kills me to think that could be true.)
has anyone ever been through something similiar? If anyone could give me some advice, or a kick in the pants at this point, I would greatly appreciate it.