Hello, I'm hoping there's someone out there with similar experiences.
I'm 27, and have been living by myself for 7 years. I love it and always have. For the last 6.5 years I've been in a relationship. It ended yesterday morning. He lives and hour away, and for the last few years the relationship had been very casual I guess you could say. He was always busy and we would go months at a time without even seeing each other. I actually preferred this. My days off of work would come up and I would want them to myself. My mind works differently I guess. I love being by myself, but part of me just liked knowing he was there and I wasn't going to be single forever. I spent my teens thinking that would be the case.
As talks of moving in together finally got more serious, I kept thinking about how I didn't want to give up my own place. I don't even like sharing my bed. You can guess what happened when I told him I still didn't want to live with anyone and didn't think I ever wanted to live with anyone. I'm probably a jerk for letting the relationship last as long as it did. I kept hoping eventually I would get tired of living alone and we could progress. My feelings for him obviously aren't strong enough for me to give up my solitude. He was only my second boyfriend and I spent years thinking maybe I was just settling for him in fear of there not being anyone else for me (small town area)
I know this is for the best, I'd just like to hear if there's anyone else stuck in the same kind of situation.
I'm 27, and have been living by myself for 7 years. I love it and always have. For the last 6.5 years I've been in a relationship. It ended yesterday morning. He lives and hour away, and for the last few years the relationship had been very casual I guess you could say. He was always busy and we would go months at a time without even seeing each other. I actually preferred this. My days off of work would come up and I would want them to myself. My mind works differently I guess. I love being by myself, but part of me just liked knowing he was there and I wasn't going to be single forever. I spent my teens thinking that would be the case.
As talks of moving in together finally got more serious, I kept thinking about how I didn't want to give up my own place. I don't even like sharing my bed. You can guess what happened when I told him I still didn't want to live with anyone and didn't think I ever wanted to live with anyone. I'm probably a jerk for letting the relationship last as long as it did. I kept hoping eventually I would get tired of living alone and we could progress. My feelings for him obviously aren't strong enough for me to give up my solitude. He was only my second boyfriend and I spent years thinking maybe I was just settling for him in fear of there not being anyone else for me (small town area)
I know this is for the best, I'd just like to hear if there's anyone else stuck in the same kind of situation.


















