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My ex and I had dated for 3 years (9.14.11) and he's enlisted in the Army. He got sent back in the middle of October because he hurt himself badly and he needed to recover. We spent this time together. He got sent back a few weeks later then came back for Christmas leave.

During Christmas things were great and I when to his father's house and cooked everyone dinner. We all exchanged gifts and had a great time. Things got bumpy around New Years.

On New Years Eve, I wanted to go out to a party and watch the ball drop but he wanted to be introvert and stay home. He said, "I don't know those people I just want to stay home with you." I understood that but we did that every single year!

The party was being hosted by his older sisters friends and I didn't know them either so I figured we could get to know people as a couple. I brought this up in conversation and he was still against it. He told me he had something planned for us. That same night (8ish) we watched Netflix movies and cuddled (what we do every year). Around 10pm we argued about why we couldn't do anything different. It lasted all the way till 12 and we didn't kiss or anything (great resolution I know - __-). The took me home and the whole car ride I cried because he said some things that hurt me terribly. I had an anxiety attack as well.

The next day I realized that after the night before we had way more differences than I thought. I tried to suggest things but he wouldn't budge. Then I said if you won't change for the benefit of us then you will never change and we'll continue to argue. We broke up the same day. I said I needed space.

He left two days after for basic and we've been writing evers since. We talked on the phone earlier this month but it was brief. I miss him but I'm scared he'll never change. He graduates on the 19th this month and he asked was I coming. Its a 6 hour drive and his parents are coming. I miss him.

My question is should I go and try to resolve some things?

Ok so here is my life story sorry if it is boring. I was born in Iran and when I was six America finally said they will let us be refugees. I had no idea. I have two older sisters and they knew. I had no idea we were going to leave Iran. One day we just did. After hours and hours of strange airports full of people that touched eachother and didn't cover their bodies we made it to Vienna Austria. I'm not Muslim and that is why America agreed. We were religious refugees. Austria was terrible. The children at school were mean to me and I didn't understand a word of it. I didn't even know what Christmas was until then but we didn't celebrate it. At age aix I developed a stress disorder that made me so sad I became physically sick and spent a lot of time in a hospital. After a year of being bullied, living in a dirty apartment with no personal rooms wear the whole family slept in one bed, and the hospital we could finally come to America. We moved into some ghetto cuz that's all we could afford and my father that was an engineer and a professor in Iran was now working at good will. After two years in the ghetto I had finally learned English and my father got a decent Job. We loved into a nice house. I still remember the children at my elementary school calling me a dirty terrorist and. Not playing with me. It really hurt. It's been 10 years since we moved out of Iran. And I watch terrible things happen to my family there while I sit here in America. We act very American but my marriage will still be arranged when the time comes and it will be an Iranian man. But my family and I have come far. I'm just glad I'm alive. I'm still depressed and traumatized because what I saw as a child in Iran but I'm trying my best.