I spent nearly 5 months on the smitten bench...
he lead me to believe we had a future, he was the one who called me his partner, who joked about us growing old together and had told me I was the best thing in his life and that he loved me then turned up on my doorstep distressed and dishevelled (unshaven, clothes unchanged for 3 days, hair all messy) two weeks ago to end our relationship.
This was less than 24 hours after we had discussed plans for our children to meet, we had plans for summer events together, had agreed that we were 'both on the same page' and wanted everything to work out in spite of some known bumps ahead.
He said he could not see the situational stress he's under ever ending, had lost sight of what was real and what was a manifestation of his stress and could no longer see how he could ever feel the love he should for me. He had been unable to dismiss doubts that he'd previously put down to his own anxieties and negativity that morning so he came to end things.
The reasons are irrelevant, it's over, he's walked away. The abruptness of the ending has left me reeling, feeling foolish, abandoned and worthless and I'm still bursting into random fits of tears
We are no contact. He said it was a visceral thing, the spark had gone, he'd never be able to love me as he should - he said he wasn't making the decision with his head. He had lead the relationship from the start introducing my to his friends, including me in his life, fretting that I'd chuck him all the time. He cried and said he was done with relationships, he took his stuff he left to go and collapse at his parents.
I don't even know how to pick myself up this time around.....