Hi everyone,
Well long story short my relationship of 3 years ended just shy of a month ago, just a few days before Christmas. We were long distance for 2 years and lived together for 1 year. I pretty much go through all the stages of grief each day. I flip from, sad, to angry, to hopeful.
My self esteem has been shattered, and I feel terrible about myself. When we were LDR, everything was great- he was expressive, commutative, passionate. We would see each other for 1-2 weeks every 2 months. I left the US to be with him (moved to Canada) with the intention of getting married. Well that never panned out because he lied to everyone and the pastor never filed the paperwork thinking we were already married & that the ceremony was just for the sake of having one. Then he made irresponisble purchases so we wouldn't have money to get married.
As soon as I moved in, I knew something wasn't right, he just never wanted to be intimate. Maybe 3 times a month. 6 months in there was 1 month we didn't have sex at all. My self esteem was destroyed, he was always denying me any love making (too tired, back hurt, maybe later). Sex was always on his terms, when he wanted it. It didn't take long to find out he had a pornography addiction, and he'd rather meet his own needs than go to bed with me. I know sex isn't everything, but we might as well have been roommates, when we did have sex it was a quick "in and out" that left me feeling dirty. No passion, maybe 2 kisses, it was so mechanical.
In the end, he picked the porn, kicked me out of his life. I've been doing some reading now and suspect he has a passive aggressive personality disorder, and I think he was with-holding intimacy on purpose. I can't tell you how many discussions we had on it, all I wanted was more sex, but it was too hard for him. Not a ton, but 2 times a week would have been great.
I don't know, I'm 29, and can't help but feel like I wasted so many years on this guy. It hurts so much that it was so easy for him to say "see ya", and pick those images on the PC over me. You know, some guys can look at that stuff and it doesn't effect their relationships- but he couldn't. He never wanted sex because of it. It has made me feel so unattractive and ugly.
He left me as a shell of my former self, I used to walk with my head held high in confidence. Now I walk with my head down. I just don't know how to move forward from this, I am left with a feeling that "I'm just not good enough". Not good enough to keep, not good enough to try (and man did I try to get him some help when he said he needed it), not good enough to make love to. I feel worthless.