I have been with DP long distance for just over two years now. We are both in our early twenties but know we have found our 'soul mate', if you can forgive me for using that phrase, with each other. Without the commitment to the long term in our relationship- we would have failed at the first hurdle with the distance. We see each other for a long weekend every two weeks, and I feel this is enough. When I feel well I'm a fiercely independent person but I'm going through a bad spell all I want is to hold him and smell him.
I was diagnosed with manic depression last year and it comes and goes in spells, and from being referred to different specialists it appears it is seasonally effected. As a result I had a lovely summer, lots of holidays with DP and didn't need to touch my pills. Now it seems I've fallen off the wagon again.
I hate being medicated. I have terrible reactions to mood enhancing/stabilizing drugs, so terrible that I'd rather be in a constant underwater state of depression than the highs and lows, intrusive thoughts and terrible fantasies I construct in my brain that he's cheating on me or chatting some girl up or thinking of breaking up with me. Which I know he's not really. We are devoted to each other.
I am research fellow at a university and I am tied to both positions for almost another two years. I am in a dead end town which although is charming and popular with old people and although I have friends, I am not paticularly close to anyone. I hope this changes in the next academic year.
DP on the other hand is in the big smoke, 2 hours away. He has a very glamorous PR job and half his work is parties and socialising. I don't want to hold him back, I am so proud of him.
He doesn't waste his money either, is always stowing money away so we can have minibreaks at the weekends or paying for my trainfare when I am exceptionally poor that month. He really cares, I know he does- and I know that if I was feeling unwell he would leave that party and knock over the canape girl on the way out to make sure I was okay. He'd even get the first train down to see me.
I don't want him to do that though. I'm sick of feeling like a nuisance. I've spent all day wanting him to phone me (I know he is at work and then going out) just checking my phone as term hasn't started yet. I construct situations in my head that he doesn't care and would be better off without me. It makes me very sad