I broke up with him. I’m miserable. So, so miserable. I had thought he was going to be it. He was kind and understanding, in so much pain but (legitimately, genuinely) was proud of me for doing what I needed to do to be happy since he (legitimately, genuinely) wants me to be happy.
I feel like I’ve made the worst mistake of my life. This has been by far the best relationship I’ve been in. We still deeply love each other. But when we were together in person has been so different from being long distance, and there’s no easy end to long distance in sight. And I’m tired of always being slightly disappointed and slightly neglected and he thinks he can change that but it won’t.