A few weeks ago my relationship crashed and burned. We dated for almost two years, I am 24 and he is 30. My ex and I live together, have a cat, and we're two absolute peas in a pod. We bickered here and there but never fought hard, as we have excellent communication.
We have both been in serious relationships before--he has actually been engaged. Every single one of his relationships (4-5 I believe) have resulted in him getting cheated on/left for another man. Obviously that would take a toll on one's emotions. He knew he was safe in my arms though, and vice versa. I too have been left and cheated on, and I was afraid to start a bond again--but it was natural with him.
He called me his life partner, his best friend. He didn't just tell me he loved me, he showed it in so many ways. He bought my father the most heartfelt gift and card last Christmas, and told him he'd always protect and love his daughter. Flowers when I got home at times. He'd even let me use his hand as a Sephora pallet---I know that sounds silly, but he was an amazing man to me. And I was equally an amazing woman to him! Our love was real. So very real, and to many it seemed like we were headed for the isle. Two months ago we were vacationing in disney--and those around me thought he would propose we were so serious and in love.
Almost a month ago he ended it.
What happened? Well for starters-- I am a full time student and I work two jobs--one is a seasonal job with him. He's been an excellent support for me when I get stressed and it made me feel so loved to fall back on him.
It started at a work after party, where he and a group of friends were very drunk. A girl who knew us as a couple came on to him strong and even lured his drunk self into a bathroom at one point. I was so mad at him for being drunk enough to let that happen, so I turned to leave... and as he chased me out of a moment of pure weakness I spun around and slapped him.
Everything changed that night.
After the slap came a very, very rocky week. The next day I gave my most heartfelt apology and blamed that sporadic moment on me being overly stressed and tired.
The next four days he was distant, for the first time ever. He barely texted me back--which I knew meant something was wrong. He told me the next night that he was afraid of me now. That something I him changed when I slapped him... and I didn't blame him at all.