anyone else been in this bad situation? amoviefan: After 6 years together and a few days after my birthday. My x told me that he was leaving me. When questioned as to why, he gave me some crap about being the child of an alcoholic and seeing me as someone to take care of, like he had to take care of his Mother when he was growing up (I am not an alcoholic, smoker, addicted, anything btw, and I have always been independent!) and how he didn't want someone he had to care about, he wanted someone he could have kinky sex with (news to me, since he was always mr. missionary position even when I suggested some of the things he apparently already wanted to do! He would just go back to the missionary position. and NO deviations or foreplay. although the things he said that he wanted to do NOW, kink-wise, were very mild and I said I would easily have complied with his wishes) but he said "no, it's just easier to move onto a new person now than to work on our relationship, I mean, that would be a lot of work. I don't think of you as someone I could have exciting sex with."
So the bad situation is due to a string of strange events, we are living in the same apartment, packing up our stuff, deciding who gets what. We are amiable to each other, since I never stopped loving him, I still do, even though he seems to have turned off 6 years of feelings for me like one would turn off a faucet.
The bad thing is, it feels a lot like we are just packing things up to move to a new place. But every now and then, when I think about what is really happening, that we are packing individually to break our lives apart, I just have a breakdown. This breakup only happened about 2 weeks ago. He went on a vacation the other week and when he came back he said he'd had a GREAT time. I don't know how he has moved on so quickly. He is a little mopey at times, but it seems like work related stress and not the ending of our relationship.
Meanwhile, I am a basket case. I'm angry he went on vacation and had a good time, leaving me to work my 7 days a week (full shifts every day), clean, pack, make arrangements, and tend to 2 sick cats that need shots and medication. He says he owns the car, and I don't have access to it, which means leaving my house 1 hour earlier to do everything because i need to use public transport.
I have tried avoiding him in the house, but it's too weird. I have tried to talk like nothing has happened, and I have cried in front of him, and while hiding from him.
Has anyone else had to go thru this living together until the new apartment is ready thing?
