Hi all,
Thought I'd post here because I was suddenly feeling sad tonight, after 6 weeks of no contact with my ex. Sorry for the long post! We were together for about 8 years--we lived together the whole time--and broke up officially a couple of months ago. I am now in NY and he's in San Francisco. I moved after I realized we were going to break up anyway. We're both in our 30s.
We broke up while both of us were still totally in love. I was his first and he was my fourth. The reasons for the breakup are complicated--we generally got along great--we felt fated for each other and all that--but then we would get into these horrible fights when we got critical of each other. At those times, if I disagreed with him, he would tell me I was foolish and an idiot--all the stuff he knew my parents had called me when they were upset with me (they were also verbally abusive). I would sometimes criticize him, too for not being able to keep money in the bank (he considers himself a self-styled entrepreneur, i.e. he stays home and creates his own businesses because he could never handle working for anyone...and he still owes me a few thousand dollars that he borrowed). He criticized me for having a stressful career, for my family being dysfunctional (although his family was also dysfunctional), for gaining 10 lbs after getting on an anxiety medication to deal with stuff from my family (he criticized me for not exercising enough, although the weight gain was because of the meds, not lack of exercise) and for having a hard time after my best friend's dad died.
This was a man who, for the most part, was constantly telling me I was an amazing woman--intelligent, beautiful, unique, talented, etc., and that he would probably never love anyone else as deeply. We had hoped to marry some day. But when I talked to him on Halloween, our anniversary, it was hard--he said he in many ways had "already moved on" (which I read as "I've already started dating someone else") and he was encouraging me to do the same.
Another thing--dring our last conversation, he admitted that he had been verbally abusive to me, and that a stronger woman would have left him a long time ago. He called me "irresponsible" for not having found a counselor yet. (I had just moved to New York one month before and was still looking for a job). Friends since then, even mutual friends, have stepped forward to tell me they didn't like the way he treated me and felt like I should be with someone who appreciated what an amazing person I was. I'm financially stable, moving forward in my careeer, giving, funny...I tend to get a lot of compliments for my looks, brains and personality. So why do I miss this guy who was abusive to me? Why do I wonder if he's missing me? Some friends of mine have spoken to him since we'e been doing NC and say they really don't think he's dating anyone...they say he acts weird/seems like he's having a hard time.
If our love was strong and unique, if I'm as amazing as he said I was, why isn't he calling me? Doesn't he miss me? Or do some people just decide to end things and not look back--especially guys?
Thanks for any responses--you guys are great!