Hi all.
I've posted about this a few times, and I wouldn't blame you at all for rolling your eyes, and turning over. I'm just in such a state, and I don't know where to turn.
Long story short I moved to London in July, leaving my DP of nearly 5 years behind. We had been having loads of issues, and on reflection I honestly think I just wasn't thinking straight, or taking ownership of my life and responsibilities as an adult (I'm 33 now)
Deep down I thought we would somehow work things through (like I say not thinking straight) He was coming down to visit me, we were sleeping together etc. In December I decided enough was enough, and that we needed to sort things out. So I got the train back home North on the spur of the moment to see him.
When I got back he refused to see me. No matter how much I begged, he just point blank refused. He said he had to concentrate on himself for time being (he's been made redundant) I was utterly hysterical, as I never though he would ever turn his back on me like that.
I didn't hear from him again until I got back to London. He sent me a text asking 'Are you OK?' I was too distraught to answer it to be honest. Instead I waited until I had calmed down and sent him an email saying that I was sorry he didn't want to see me anymore, that I loved him very much, but that I would leave him alone if that was what he wanted. He responded by ringing my mobile (I missed calls because at work) Then he text-ed me asking when I was up for Christmas. When I answered he just replied 'Hope you have a great Christmas' (wtf?). Then said he was out for a drink with his boss who had just made him redundant. I literally didn't know how to respond so I just left it. Thinking if he was out drinking he might end up saying things he didn't mean anyway.
Since then I've heard nothing from him. Nothing at Christmas, my birthday (boxing day), or New Years. I know he clearly doesn't want me anymore, and that he's probably got someone else. It just hurts so, so much. I've screwed everything up, and now it's too late to make it right again. It sounds pathetic but I spend most of the time feeling physically ill at the fact I've lost him and through him his family who I adored. It's my day off work, and I'm just wandering around my flat feeling sick, and tearful. I've stopped talking about it to my friends because I know it's probably boring them to death.
So what do I do? How do I get over it? People tell me he wasn't good enough for me etc, but that makes no difference. Not when I know I've screwed up, and ruined everything. I feel such an idiot for being so immature, I should have worked harder to save things. Now I have to live with the consequences of what I have done, and it just hurts SO bloody much!