I'm torn between my better knowledge and hope.. I can't figure out what's best to do. Please help me
My boyfriend and I have been dating for 2 years and he is my absolute best friend, I love(d?) him more than anyone and he always came first in my life. A year ago, he moved 2 hours away and because of our separate busy schedules, we didn't see each other as much as we originally planned but, we still kept close... or so I thought.
In the beginning of this year, we started fighting a LOT about petty things. I thought it was me because I have the tendency to blow things out of proportion and I agreed to change my attitude and be more pleasant. Of course, we fought again and this time, I used a different approach. I kept my word. I didn't yell, curse or put him down like I usually did and something retarded happened- he started acting like me.
I was baffled and hurt because of how disrespectful he had become. He said, "This is how you treat me." I said, "Yeah, I realized that and I stopped. Why is it that when I improve, you regress?" And so our arguments went on this way for some months. When I finally got tired of it, I dumped him for it and he begged me to forgive him. He promised me he'd change.
I've always had this problem of where if things in my life are stressful or tense, I lose my sense of emotion and I become numb. After my heart was first broken, I was numb on/off for 2 or 3 years until I met my boyfriend. I can honestly say he gave me my feelings back and our relationship was the most successful one I've had.
The distance between us was hard and the fights between us made it even harder. They became so frequent and irritating that they began to make me numb and I resented him for it. Without my feelings, I could never make good judgement and things became so much more confusing for me and I was about to start living my life like that again. I hated it.
I let him know what was going on with me and he was supportive but, to my surprise, during our next fight- he used it against me stating that I was the one pushing my own feelings away and he had nothing to do with it. This hurt me and I broke up with him.
Of course, he called me back in tears begging me to forgive him and basically going back on everything he said, something he does a lot. During a fight, he could be so strongly opposed to something and fight against it hard with yelling, cursing and insults galore; when he's trying to get me back that same night, he'll become the biggest hypocrite you've ever seen. "You're right babe, about everything. I'm sorry I pushed your emotions away. I was supposed to be your knight in shining armor that brought them back. Please forgive me, babe." It's so irritating.
Recently, I took a step in trying to improve our relationship by working on trying to understand myself and why I am the way I am. I wanted to do something because the thoughts that floated in my mind after fights were beginning to scare me. They were things like: Do I love him anymore? Should I break it off for good? Am I falling out of love with him?
I typed up a 7 page paper about how much I loved him and how much I valued our relationship. Through it all, I described the first time I saw him and how it lead up to our relationship. I tried to pinpoint what went wrong, I took all the blame and tried to speculate what we could do to fix it. It took me 5 hours to put together and he was happy with it.
In the paper, I indicated that I felt unappreciated in our relationship and I asked him to make the effort to do the little things he used to do for me, which was not the first time I've mentioned this. It's always been a big issue with me and I've made it known to him. Each and every time, he told me he'd try and as you can imagine, he's failed to see me through. Of course, he said he'd try again and I believed him, as usual.
Last night, we had the dumbest fight I could ever imagine on Skype through IM. Keeping true to my promises, I didn't freak out or anything, I simply let it go. As you can imagine, he started acting like I used to and kept going on and on, arguing with himself really. He was the only one heated, I was perfectly fine. Naturally, he started to get on my nerves and I became annoyed. When he called me on the phone, I was on the edge of blowing up but, surprisingly, I kept my cool for a good amount of time but, I had a firm edge to my voice.
Before, I never listened to him when we would argue and I never let him get his point across but I changed that. While I'm half-listening to him blabber and whine about the dumbest thing ever, I type into Google "signs you should break up" and I cut him off with, "I'm looking at this website here and it's talking about the signs that indicate when a relationship is basically done." He got quiet and I went on, "I can relate to half of these. It's done. There's no happiness in this relationship anymore." And he hung up on me. I don't blame him for it, but I know he hung up because he knew I was right.
Of course, I called him back to talk about it and he acted very childish repeating "No, you broke my heart again," over and over. In my mind, "It's done," wasn't me breaking up with him. I was referring to the happiness. It got to the point where I was completely angry now and I brought up the lack of appreciation for me. He truly surprised me with what he said: "YOU EXPECT UNREALISTIC THINGS! YOU WANT LETTERS, AND GIFTS AND CUTE STUFF?! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR ALL THAT!" It was here I'd realized that he had changed a great deal and was no longer the sweet, attentive guy I had fallen in love with.
I confessed to him I wasn't happy. Two things could have happened: we could have been mature adults and talk about it, or someone would've flipped out and left. He took the latter.
He screamed, "LEAVE! JUST ****ING LEAVE AND DON'T COME BACK! I'M SO SICK OF THIS SHIT! FIRST TIME IN OUR RELATIONSHIP THAT I'M DOUBTING THINGS! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TAKES THIS MUCH FOR ALL MY FEELINGS TO COME OUT, I'VE BEEN HOLDING THIS BACK FOR SO LONG!" I can't tell you how I felt because I don't know. It all happened so fast that I fell quiet and tears just welled up in my eyes... It must have hurt.
I tried to stammer out a sentence but he cut me off with, "NO! SHUT THE **** UP, YOU ****ING BITCH! JUST GO!" With that, he hung up on me. I faintly remember that I was shaking... everything besides our dialogue was a blur. I called him back and he greeted me with, "DON'T ****ING COME BACK!"
I replied, "I'm not coming back. I just called to say, if you're still coming on Wednesday, drive by my house so you can pick up your stuff." Then I hung up. A few minutes passed by without word from him so, I called back again to ask him to delete all our pictures, videos etc. then I hung up once more. He wasn't trying to contact me so, I started packing away his things scattered around my room. I thought about how disgusting it was that I'd given so much to him, trusted him with everything and how quickly he could lose control of his temper, say what's really on his mind and throw it all away in a fit of rage. And rage over what? The truth?
I started crying, but I still felt numb so I didn't know what I was crying over. My naivety? Was I hurt? Was I crying because I didn't want to lose him?
A few minutes later, the text messages and phone calls started to flow in. Apology after apology, begging and more begging. The hypocrisy was at an all time high.
Normally, my heart screamed, "Forgive him! You love him, you don't want anyone else!" in situations like these, but today? Nothing. Absolutely nothing and it scared me. Did that mean I didn't love him anymore? Or did it mean that my heart was over it too?
It's typical of me to forgive him easily and let it go, but I didn't want to forgive him this time. I think I want to move on, or so I told him. I'm very confused, if I'm honest. I do believe he's sorry, but I don't accept them because if I do, nothing will change.. I'm sure of it. I've given him so many chances.
I'm wrestling myself trying to figure out whether I still love him or not and I know that if I weren't numb, the answers would be clear.
I'm at my lowest point now, everyone. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and I consider this a desperate measure. I'm trusting strangers to help me figure out what's going on in my life and to give me advice as to what I should do, yet somehow I'm okay with doing that.
So, should I stay or should I go?