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Initially I ticked all her boxes that she was looking for in a guy. She recognised I’m a nice guy, kind, sensitive and gentle. We had a good connection. I was consistent and attentive towards her, emotionally available. Made tule to see her a couple times a week.

I am also a rare find and from a very good background

Reasons she left:

She thought I was a player and cagey with my phone and untrustworthy. I was cagey as it is personal, but always reassured her and I think I showed her my phone/messages like 3 times.

I didn’t make her feel special - because I did 50/50 when I earn more than her and come from money. I have only been working for a year. I didn’t buy her flowers, I did for Valentine’s Day and bought her a plant in the early stages.

Didn’t like how I was consulting family members at the end about the relationship

I didn’t lead sometimes and did make her switch her brain off. She has a point when we went on a weekend she planned it. But she also tells me she’s not a passive person as she’s a professional.

I feel hurt. It was my first relationship. If I could go back there’s not a lot I would change just cherish her more? I didn’t make any fundamental errors, obviously times where I could’ve been nicer. There was on time I shut her down a bit because she didn’t want to move in with my family.

To me, the idea of eating with others is far more foreign than eating alone could ever be to most people, or at least that's the vibe I'm getting.

As a kid, my father got home 2-3 hours before my mother did, leaving my brother and I to eat with my dad. My father provided for me, but that's all he did, he never helped raise me, teach me, all he did was insult, threaten and scold me and my mother at every opportunity.

My brother was the son he wanted and I'm the one he wishes he didn't have, that's how he's made me feel every day since I was born.

For this reason, I started taking food to my room to stay away from him. In school, the noise and frequent rejection from others pushed me to find a teacher willing to let me and a few others eat in a room away from the cafeteria. Even then, I never went to talk, I went because I didn't like my classmates and didn't like being around them.

I never felt welcome or belonging, only 2 people ever made me feel anything but unwanted. For all these reasons, eating alone was pretty much the only way to eat.

It has been 16 years since I sat at a table with just my parents and brother, and I will never eat with my father alone, and I'm sorry to say that I really do mean that.

In high school, I ate at the table closest to the door, I ate fast, usually just a couple minutes. I didn't talk to anyone, I just ate, took my enzymes and went to the courtyard to throw the football. I'd accepted that aside from throwing a football outside, me and others just weren't ever going to have any kind of relationship, discussion, we were never going to spend time together, so I kept to myself, and frankly, I was as annoyed with their presence as they were with mine. So the hatred was very mutual

As you've noticed, I've been more open but still, I have no shortage of hesitation to change eating from a necessary refueling of the body to a social environment.

But I'll get there. Is eating a social event for you?