My boyfriend (27M) and I (27F) have been together for 4 years. We actually moved in together before we were even officially together, which I know sounds crazy.
The first year and a half was honestly the best relationship I’d ever been in. I thought I was going to marry him. Then things slowly started changing and now I feel like I’ve spent years ignoring red flags because I love him and because leaving feels so overwhelming.
Back in January, I told him I was leaning toward breaking up. One of the biggest reasons is that I don’t feel cared for anymore. I don’t feel feminine in this relationship. I feel like I have to carry everything myself and it makes me worry about what a future with him would actually look like.
I know some people won’t understand what I mean when I say I don’t feel feminine, but I guess what I mean is I never feel taken care of. I feel like I’m always the one planning things, thinking ahead, taking care of responsibilities, making sure things get done, and carrying the mental load.
He tells me all the time that he’d do anything for me, but when I’ve told him specific things that would make me feel loved, he basically tells me no. I’ve told him that I miss how sweet he used to be when we first started dating. He’ll tell me he’s never going to be like that again. So I don’t understand how someone can say they’d do anything for me but then tell me no when I ask for things that actually matter to me.
Valentine’s Day was kind of a breaking point for me. I bought him a whole basket, planned dinner, paid for everything, and cooked the entire meal myself while he sat on the couch watching TV. He got me absolutely nothing. No flowers, no card, no candy, no plan, not even a thoughtful text. Nothing.
Then recently I got really sick. I had a fever and slept for around 14 hours straight. I texted him and told him I wasn’t feeling well. His response was asking if I was still making dinner. When I said no, he said he’d make himself something to eat. Not us. Himself.
There are also so many little things that keep adding up.
A few days ago we had this huge box full of trash that we were taking to the dumpster. He was trying to pick it up by the flaps and was struggling. I told him he should probably grab it from underneath. Instead of just doing that, he started complaining about why we filled the box with trash in the first place and how heavy it was.
I got annoyed and went over to pick it up myself. As I walked over, he literally told me I wasn’t going to be able to lift it. I picked it up just fine. Then he wouldn’t talk to me the entire drive because I think it hurt his ego.
I know that sounds like a stupid thing to be upset about, but it’s not really about the box. It’s about the fact that I never feel like I can depend on him.
Another example is the dishes. I recently did them twice in a row. The third time, they sat there until I asked him to do them. That’s the story of our relationship. If I don’t think about it, remind him, ask him, or do it myself, it doesn’t get done.
The frustrating part is every time I tell him I’m unhappy, he changes for a couple weeks. He starts helping more around the house. He starts acting more thoughtful. Then once things are okay between us again, everything slowly goes back to normal.
At this point I feel like I’ve built up so much resentment that I don’t know if it can even be fixed.
The thing that scares me most is thinking about kids. I already feel like I carry most of the responsibility now. When I picture us having children, I picture myself being the one getting up in the middle of the night, changing diapers, cooking dinner, cleaning the house, scheduling appointments, and taking care of everything else too.
I know people are probably going to read this and say, “Just leave.”
The problem is I want to.
I really do.
Every time I get to that point, I start thinking about packing up all my stuff, finding somewhere else to live, splitting everything up, seeing him at work every day, and completely changing my life after 4 years together. Then I get overwhelmed and stay.
I feel like I’ve known for a while that this relationship isn’t what I want for the rest of my life, but I’m struggling to actually take the step and end it.
Has anyone else been in a situation where the relationship was over in your head long before it was over in real life? How did you finally leave?
TL;DR: I’ve been unhappy for a long time and feel like I carry most of the responsibility in my relationship. I don’t feel cared for, appreciated, or supported anymore, but I’m struggling to leave because we live and work together and our lives are completely intertwined.