My boyfriend of 2 years left me this week. I had everything I could dream of, a flat together (rented), a lovely second family, a lovely life.
But, I let my insecurities get the better of me. I was so anxious and pushed him away. Everything he did, I had to ask why it wasn’t more. He tried his best to be there for me, id always want more. “You didn’t say this, maybe you don’t love me as much anymore” “are you even sure you like me anymore”. This turned into every single day.
He warned me multiple times he was becoming tired of, yet I carried on. He said he never felt he could do anything right.
He finally had enough and left me.
I feel sick,I can’t eat, I’m so full of regret. It’s all my fault. I pushed away a lovely man, so good for me, who ADORED me and did everything for me, who I fancied, who I had an insane sex life with. I got on with his family so well, and they cried when I left the flat.
What on Earth do I do now