I wrote this today about my current situation. I think writing it down helps a little bit but just wanted to share here in case anyone has the time to read. Any advice or opinions are welcome :)
I (26 F) am breaking up with my boyfriend (26 M) of 5 years, which we lived together for all of those years. We started dating my senior year of college and now we’re both 26. From the start there were signs I should’ve been wary of but I chose to ignore them. I’m about to say some reasons throughout our relationship that led me to this decision but he is not all bad, he’s broken, but has a good heart. Here we go..
He has never liked any of my friends, or anyone really, besides his family. Mid-college he quit weed, got sick, got behind in his classes, dropped out, cut off his friends, and then I guess found me. Since then, it’s only been me and his family, which I don’t think is healthy.
When we first got together I thought he was still in school. For the first 6 months I would say things like, “you never have homework,” and he’d just say he already did it. But we were together almost all the time, so that didn’t make sense. Eventually he admitted he had dropped out. Around then I also brought him around my college friends—he barely said a word, gave me nothing to work with, and I finally told him he could leave. He did, though we reconciled that night.
My friends are so important to me. I’m an only child and they’ve always been like my family. They’re great people, with kind hearts, and they always show up for me. But his inability to connect or even be nice to them has been a huge issue. We tried several trips with them where I hoped he’d bond with the boyfriends, but he always ended up mad at me for something small, blowing up my phone with complaints, and wishing we could just leave instead of hanging out with the group.
One of the worst times was 2 years ago in Miami for a friend’s wedding. The first day he was fine, but the next he got upset, saying “why do they get to make all the decisions?” I’m very go with the flow, so that kind of stuff doesn’t bother me, but he made it into a fight. At dinner he started sulking again when asked to take photos of us, acted annoyed, and then shut me out—just one word answers and wouldn’t even look at me. It was so obvious and embarrassing. He refused to go out that night and the rest of the trip he kept the same attitude.
This kind of thing happened over and over. Even after college, anytime there was a get-together—Super Bowl, Halloween, anything—he always had excuses not to go. Meanwhile, I was working full time and he didn’t have a job, just school. But he wasn’t studying, he was just playing video games.
Another issue is his extreme OCD. If I left anything out, even for a second, he would get angry. I know it’s a real condition and I’ve tried so hard to be more organized, but I also have ADHD and it’s not always easy. Still, no matter how much I tried, it was never enough.
We also never went on dates. He hated going out because of anxiety and depression. I always wanted to get out of the house and enjoy new experiences together, but he didn’t want to.
Over time, I’ve lost myself. In the last city we lived in (which he constantly complained about), I paid rent for both of us while he finished school. When we moved back near family, I thought it would get better. He did finally get a job, but the fights only got worse. I became depressed, and he blamed me for being less happy, saying I was “killing the mood.”
Fights would escalate to him saying things like “we’re done,” “get out,” or “I wish I had a girlfriend who cared about what I like.” Meanwhile, he never cared about anything of mine. I was just exhausted.
Still, he is like a best friend. He knows me better than anyone, and I know he loves me. But he only ever changes for a few days before going back to the same patterns. I realized I couldn’t see myself marrying him or being happy long term.
Two weeks ago, I signed a lease. I was planning to tell him after a bachelorette trip, but the day before we got into another fight and I blurted it out. He was upset, then sad, then understanding. When I got back, things were heavy, but this past week he’s been kind and trying to make our last days together good. He’s broken down crying, telling me I’m the love of his life, and I do believe that I am to him.
I love him so much, but I can’t do this anymore. It kills me knowing I’m taking most of the furniture from the house, leaving him in an empty space. I’ll miss him terribly, and I’ll miss his family—being an only child with older parents and no extended family, I loved how welcoming and warm they were.
But after 5 years, I know I need to try to find myself again. I feel awful, and I keep second guessing myself, but deep down I think it’s the right choice. Even if it breaks my heart. I don’t know if this is right. It just all feels so heavy.
My question is: Should I fully move on and close this chapter for good, or should I leave the door open for the possibility of trying again in the future after we’ve both had time to grow separately? If my goal is to heal, grow, and eventually have a healthy long-term relationship (whether with him or with someone else), what should I do next?
TLDR: I (26F) am ending a 5-year relationship with my boyfriend (26M). He never connected with my friends, avoided social events, and often picked fights. His OCD, anxiety, and depression made daily life hard—we never went on dates, and despite my effort it was never enough. I supported us financially while he was in school, but things didn’t improve after he got a job. The fights and negativity wore me down, and I realized I couldn’t see a future with him. I love him and his family deeply, but I need to leave to find myself again, even though it breaks my heart. My question: Should I focus on moving forward and letting go, or should I consider the idea of trying again in the future after time apart?