Amanda241
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This is my story. I apologise in advance for it being long, but it’s going round and round in my head and I just have to get it off my chest. Please don't read if you feel it's too long. I appreciate it's very long!
I first met my ex-partner 27 years ago. I was 20 then and he was 24. We had a very brief fling and I didn’t see or hear from him again until December 2016 when I went to a music event in my home town. He saw me (let’s call him David) and asked a mutual friend for my Facebook name as it’s not my real name. He asked me if I wanted to go for lunch and I went and we decided to date after that.
For most of 2017, we got on incredibly well. We had a lot of shared interests and he had some quirks but I was fine with that. I noticed that he had a couple of tics and was displaying signs of social anxiety, and I tried to help him through it by talking and preparing him before we went anywhere and he said that holding my hand made him feel better. He’d been diagnosed as having Paranoid Schizophrenia when he was 30, but seemed well managed with meds. We got to September 2017 and we were arguing a bit, but I don’t remember over what. We cleared things up and in December 2017, on our anniversary, we were so happy…loved up. We had been talking about living together in the new year for a trial period of 6 weeks, like in The Big Bang Theory. If we got on, we said we’d look for somewhere to live together around June 2018, but until then would keep living separately.
A week after our anniversary, he had a complete turnaround. I got a text telling me that I was ‘strong-arming’ him into living together. I was so hurt and confused. I asked him whether we could talk about it and he just clammed up; said he didn't want to live together, not even for the trial period. Fast forward to Christmas Day 2017 and he just sat there drinking alcohol the whole day whilst I prepared Christmas dinner. I hadn't even finished putting it out and he was digging in, ravenous. I thought that after a day of drinking all day and no offer of help even, that to sit down and start eating before I'd even brought everything out was very bad manners and I said so. He was surly and we ate our dinner in silence. Not even a thank you.
After dinner, I went to sit in my bedroom for a while, because I was upset and angry. I felt taken for granted and sat there for 4 hours, reading. I could hear him get up and down and not once in those 4 hours did he offer me a drink, or come into the bedroom to even talk or see how I was. I did feel the obligation was on him, but decided to write an email expressing how I felt (I know, seems weird, but gave me a chance to 'speak' dispassionately and review how I was saying things. I was trying to get him to understand how his behaviour had been hurtful and rude over the last few weeks). I got two lines back. I blew up at that point and I realise what I did was out of order but I wanted him to hurt like I had been. Childish, I know. I wasn't thinking straight and that was the icing on the cake for me. I told him to leave and he did, got a hotel room nearby.
I didn't see him again until the new year and there had been sporadic contact about returning a few items of his he had at mine. We agreed to go for something to eat and I essentially said it was all my fault and we started dating again.
In March 2018, he sheepishly said that he'd been looking at flats close to where I lived and wanted to live together. We talked a bit about it and he chose the flat and area and we moved in together in May 2018. Moving in was hard for me, I've lived on my own for a while and he has for over 20 years! After a few weeks, I noticed that we were just not close, at all. I felt so lonely and isolated and I tried to tell him how I felt. I felt like I was reaching out to him consistently, searching for that emotional connection and not getting it returned. We were like flatmates. On the surface, things were good, we did things together, but there was little sex, none of the intimacy we'd had when we were dating. It had gone, I thought. To be fair, he just couldn't seem to understand what I meant andas he's not diagnosed ASD, I began to suspect it even more.
Ten days ago, we had an argument. Due to my own aspie traits, I was awfully upset that he'd changed a plan for a friends' wedding at short notice and without talking about it and we ended up having a huge row on the phone. He was 50 miles away at work when he told me on the phone that he wanted to break up and was going to move out on the Saturday. I just went into shock. There was no discussion, just collecting some clothes when he arrived on the Saturday last week. He's returning for his furniture next Saturday. He's found a flat in his hometown. I'm aware that he's told his friends that I kicked him out (not true, he chose to leave) and it appears that he only gave them 'his' side of things for this event and last Christmas, given some of the messages I've received. His friends are single and weren't too happy with him having a relationship tbh. He's 51.
When we took out the flat, we took out a tenancy for 12 months, so I'm left to pay the remaining 9 months on my own, which is going to financially cripple me and he knew/knows that - I've no savings to even put down a deposit elsewhere to get out of here myself. We took out a talk/television/broadband contract in my name for superfast fibre etc - things that he wanted - and I'm left with that too. I'm being left with my furniture that I brought but having to take over the tenancy on my own, replace the stuff he's taking...I can't do it. I just can't believe that anyone could just up and go without so much as a discussion, knowing that you're leaving that person in financial trouble. I have to relocate my job to nearer to me because I can't afford to travel to it. I just don't know what to do.
If you got this far, thanks for reading. I appreciate it.
I first met my ex-partner 27 years ago. I was 20 then and he was 24. We had a very brief fling and I didn’t see or hear from him again until December 2016 when I went to a music event in my home town. He saw me (let’s call him David) and asked a mutual friend for my Facebook name as it’s not my real name. He asked me if I wanted to go for lunch and I went and we decided to date after that.
For most of 2017, we got on incredibly well. We had a lot of shared interests and he had some quirks but I was fine with that. I noticed that he had a couple of tics and was displaying signs of social anxiety, and I tried to help him through it by talking and preparing him before we went anywhere and he said that holding my hand made him feel better. He’d been diagnosed as having Paranoid Schizophrenia when he was 30, but seemed well managed with meds. We got to September 2017 and we were arguing a bit, but I don’t remember over what. We cleared things up and in December 2017, on our anniversary, we were so happy…loved up. We had been talking about living together in the new year for a trial period of 6 weeks, like in The Big Bang Theory. If we got on, we said we’d look for somewhere to live together around June 2018, but until then would keep living separately.
A week after our anniversary, he had a complete turnaround. I got a text telling me that I was ‘strong-arming’ him into living together. I was so hurt and confused. I asked him whether we could talk about it and he just clammed up; said he didn't want to live together, not even for the trial period. Fast forward to Christmas Day 2017 and he just sat there drinking alcohol the whole day whilst I prepared Christmas dinner. I hadn't even finished putting it out and he was digging in, ravenous. I thought that after a day of drinking all day and no offer of help even, that to sit down and start eating before I'd even brought everything out was very bad manners and I said so. He was surly and we ate our dinner in silence. Not even a thank you.
After dinner, I went to sit in my bedroom for a while, because I was upset and angry. I felt taken for granted and sat there for 4 hours, reading. I could hear him get up and down and not once in those 4 hours did he offer me a drink, or come into the bedroom to even talk or see how I was. I did feel the obligation was on him, but decided to write an email expressing how I felt (I know, seems weird, but gave me a chance to 'speak' dispassionately and review how I was saying things. I was trying to get him to understand how his behaviour had been hurtful and rude over the last few weeks). I got two lines back. I blew up at that point and I realise what I did was out of order but I wanted him to hurt like I had been. Childish, I know. I wasn't thinking straight and that was the icing on the cake for me. I told him to leave and he did, got a hotel room nearby.
I didn't see him again until the new year and there had been sporadic contact about returning a few items of his he had at mine. We agreed to go for something to eat and I essentially said it was all my fault and we started dating again.
In March 2018, he sheepishly said that he'd been looking at flats close to where I lived and wanted to live together. We talked a bit about it and he chose the flat and area and we moved in together in May 2018. Moving in was hard for me, I've lived on my own for a while and he has for over 20 years! After a few weeks, I noticed that we were just not close, at all. I felt so lonely and isolated and I tried to tell him how I felt. I felt like I was reaching out to him consistently, searching for that emotional connection and not getting it returned. We were like flatmates. On the surface, things were good, we did things together, but there was little sex, none of the intimacy we'd had when we were dating. It had gone, I thought. To be fair, he just couldn't seem to understand what I meant andas he's not diagnosed ASD, I began to suspect it even more.
Ten days ago, we had an argument. Due to my own aspie traits, I was awfully upset that he'd changed a plan for a friends' wedding at short notice and without talking about it and we ended up having a huge row on the phone. He was 50 miles away at work when he told me on the phone that he wanted to break up and was going to move out on the Saturday. I just went into shock. There was no discussion, just collecting some clothes when he arrived on the Saturday last week. He's returning for his furniture next Saturday. He's found a flat in his hometown. I'm aware that he's told his friends that I kicked him out (not true, he chose to leave) and it appears that he only gave them 'his' side of things for this event and last Christmas, given some of the messages I've received. His friends are single and weren't too happy with him having a relationship tbh. He's 51.
When we took out the flat, we took out a tenancy for 12 months, so I'm left to pay the remaining 9 months on my own, which is going to financially cripple me and he knew/knows that - I've no savings to even put down a deposit elsewhere to get out of here myself. We took out a talk/television/broadband contract in my name for superfast fibre etc - things that he wanted - and I'm left with that too. I'm being left with my furniture that I brought but having to take over the tenancy on my own, replace the stuff he's taking...I can't do it. I just can't believe that anyone could just up and go without so much as a discussion, knowing that you're leaving that person in financial trouble. I have to relocate my job to nearer to me because I can't afford to travel to it. I just don't know what to do.
If you got this far, thanks for reading. I appreciate it.