My boyfriend of 3 years and I just broke up. We've had some issues over the last 5-6 months, never fighting, but just simply being un-motivated and generally unhappy. We both still love each other very much and have a great deal of respect for each other, but he felt like we had tried to fix our relationship long enough, and it was time to move on. I didn't agree... I felt like we should try harder to find our spark we had lost, but there was a point where I gave up also, as he made it clear that I was no longer his priority.
We knew I'd be moving out of our home last weekend for a few weeks prior, and basically spent all of our time together for that time (as usual). I felt like I was just taking advantage of whatever time we had left together, as I wouldn't have that opportunity later. I guess he saw it as us actually getting better.
The day I left he told me he knew he had made a mistake and wished that I would stay. I actually moved to another city, so it was pretty dramatic. I quit my job, booked a moving truck, got my family to help me move, and then he springs it on me the day I leave that he wants me to stay.
So now a week later I'm still dealing with the same thing... I never wanted to leave. I liked my life the way it was, we just had some things to work on in our relationship. Now I'm moving back in with my parents to try to save money. He calls me everyday, we talk about our day, then we cry because we miss each other so much.
I don't know if I should stay with my parents and move on, or maybe just stay for a while then go back once I feel like he's learned from his mistake... or go back now and work on us.
I think the conclusion I've come to is to just stick it out at my parents house for a while, work my butt off to save some money, and just go from there.... if we're still as close as we are now, and I want to be with him, then I can... at least I've made him live with his decision for a bit, so he knows how to appreciate me again.
I try not to let my emotions get the best of me, and to think with my head, but I feel like a shell of a person without him. I know time will help that feeling to slowly disappear... but for now my heart aches.