I'm in an LDR and there are many sacrifices I make for her. I've spent around $5k in total for all the gifts travel expenses, etc.- a lot of money for a college undergrad. I recently flew to see her for the third time in our 2 year relationship. For the first 2-3 days, everything was perfect. Golden. I've never gotten along better with any gal in my life. Then my short temper gets the best of me;
Every little thing during her day that bothers her, becomes my fault - or a product of this relationship. Now, all of a sudden, I am: her only financial burden and the reason why she is gaining weight. All her problems are my fault. She criticizes me for every little thing, even cuddling her in the morning when I wake up. The other day, I flared up because my patience has worn through. I took the ring from my luggage that I planned to propose to her with and toss it into her lap, and started packing my bags. I wanted to leave. She begged me to sit down and discuss things, so we tried. We argued and a lot of hurtful things were said, including insults and name calling. Eventually she broke down and started crying - we kissed and made up.
I really wish I didn't give her all that ammo, since she likes to bring up the past to win arguments. She likes to vindicate herself and blame me for everything. For the last 2 days, all I've heard was how awful it was to toss the ring, and how that jynxed our relationship. Last night, we were out for ice cream, and her ice cream fell from her cone just after we bought it. I felt really bad and tried to play it off as a joke. I offered her some of mine but she wouldn't take any. We were walking in the street - and I forget the exact words of the conversation - but she made a snide remark about how my father was never there to teach me how to act and dress. My father left my family when I was very young and that is a sensitive thing to talk about for me... and she just had to launch a cannonball. We had a little scene on a deserted street and eventually walked home together. I was still angry and decided to sleep in her study room, on the couch.
She came in 20 minutes later and started watching a movie with really loud volume and it woke me up. She tried to kiss me but wouldn't apologize. I didn't budge. She ended the movie and went to bed. But every now and then she would come back, turn the lights on and wake me up, trying to talk to me. The last time, I got really angry and blew up. I literally pulled some of my hair out and told her to get out of the room so I could sleep. After the hissing, she finally left, but said, "You are dead to me. I don't love you anymore," and she told me to book a flight and leave. I actually started looking at flights, but gave up and went to bed.
This morning, I woke up feeling better. Last night seemed like a bad dream. I went to her room to kiss her, but her feelings haven't really changed. I left her room and here I am. How in the hell can I turn things around for the rest of Summer?
Every little thing during her day that bothers her, becomes my fault - or a product of this relationship. Now, all of a sudden, I am: her only financial burden and the reason why she is gaining weight. All her problems are my fault. She criticizes me for every little thing, even cuddling her in the morning when I wake up. The other day, I flared up because my patience has worn through. I took the ring from my luggage that I planned to propose to her with and toss it into her lap, and started packing my bags. I wanted to leave. She begged me to sit down and discuss things, so we tried. We argued and a lot of hurtful things were said, including insults and name calling. Eventually she broke down and started crying - we kissed and made up.
I really wish I didn't give her all that ammo, since she likes to bring up the past to win arguments. She likes to vindicate herself and blame me for everything. For the last 2 days, all I've heard was how awful it was to toss the ring, and how that jynxed our relationship. Last night, we were out for ice cream, and her ice cream fell from her cone just after we bought it. I felt really bad and tried to play it off as a joke. I offered her some of mine but she wouldn't take any. We were walking in the street - and I forget the exact words of the conversation - but she made a snide remark about how my father was never there to teach me how to act and dress. My father left my family when I was very young and that is a sensitive thing to talk about for me... and she just had to launch a cannonball. We had a little scene on a deserted street and eventually walked home together. I was still angry and decided to sleep in her study room, on the couch.
She came in 20 minutes later and started watching a movie with really loud volume and it woke me up. She tried to kiss me but wouldn't apologize. I didn't budge. She ended the movie and went to bed. But every now and then she would come back, turn the lights on and wake me up, trying to talk to me. The last time, I got really angry and blew up. I literally pulled some of my hair out and told her to get out of the room so I could sleep. After the hissing, she finally left, but said, "You are dead to me. I don't love you anymore," and she told me to book a flight and leave. I actually started looking at flights, but gave up and went to bed.
This morning, I woke up feeling better. Last night seemed like a bad dream. I went to her room to kiss her, but her feelings haven't really changed. I left her room and here I am. How in the hell can I turn things around for the rest of Summer?
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