7 months ago, I broke up with my boyfriend of 12 years. It was not the first time we broke off. He took it fairly well and since it was hard for him to find a place to live in winter, I told him to take his time and that he could find a place for the springtime. A few weeks after, I realized how hard it was to have broken up with him and still live in the same house (sometimes, in the mornings, I would wake up and find him sleeping next to me), so I started sleeping over friend's places.
Then in March, I told him that it was hard for me to be at my own home because when he is there, it makes me feel uneasy because he still expected me to come back to him. I didn't want to hurt him more. I wanted a clean break. I had just lost my father, was going through a hell of a hard time at work, I was still paying a mortgage on a house I couldn't live in. He made 3 times more money than I did, yet he never paid for anything at home. I never wanted to bring that back to him because it was my choice and I didn't want him to suffer more or feel hurt if I asked him to pay at least for the electricity he was using.
But in May, he moved out. And I honestly think he never realized we broke up until then. He wrote me a letter asking me why I left him, telling me that we *could* made this work. I told him that I had been hurt, felt taken granted of, used and thought of as a commodity. I told him that I had told him all of this years before, and that I was trying to be patient and understanding and supportive through his endeavours, but it just didn't work out. We have a problem communicating, but no matter how we try, we can't seem to see eye-to-eye in our expectations. So I made the decision for myself. yes, it may have been selfish, but I felt like a part of me was dying, that I couldn't bear all the empty promises he'd made in the past. I felt all the important things in our relationship were pushed aside because *he* thought he was making sacrifices, when all I required was to have him by my side. And I gave him time. I stood by him even though he did stupid mistakes like forgetting dates/night out because he was working late. When I reiterated all these reasons (I had told him that so many times before the breakup, that I felt like I was nagging him)He freaked and hasn't spoken to me much since.
I'm hoping that he has had the time to heal, but I received a very hateful and vengeful e-mail. He basically said that he wasted 12 years of his life and that I lied to him about Loving him. He ended up the e-mail telling me that he cannot live without me. I was so torn. The worst past is that I still do Love him, (loosing him was almost as hard as loosing my father), but staying with him would be detrimental to my emotional health.
He's demanding that I respond to his e-mail. I don't know what to say that I've already said in the past. And even if I would say the things I feel now, wouldn't it bring about more pain? I want to tell him how I feel, I want to tell him that I still think of him and that I miss him so much, but that I am sure of my decision and that I want him to be strong and go on with his life.. But would telling him these things help him to continue, or would it destroy him any further?
I'm sorry this turned out to be such a long post. I really wanted it short and sweet but my heart just poured out into it.