My partner of 8 years broke up with me today. We started dating when I was 19 and he was 28. We have been through so much together and he left me because;
hes not sexually attracted to me (I gained too much weight after my dad died).
we haven't had sex in a year (see above, not due to my lack of wanting).
hes not romantically into me anymore.
I'm not mad that hes leaving me, his prerogative, but I'm so hurt that its over this. Like yeah I gained weight after my dad died, I also found out I have a thyroid problem and have started losing weight since I started medication. Aside from that, and as per my doctor and blood work, I'm perfectly healthy. Losing weight is an option for me, but as per my doctor's care, its not mission critical.
I'm hurt that he said he felt this way since before our cat died in February, but he couldn't break my heart after that.
He told me that he would always love me because I "made him a better person" and I "helped him become who he is"
Yeah dude a 19 yo helped you grow up and now that shes almost 29 and you are almost 37 its over huh? I did "so" much for you but because my stomach is bigger than my tits none of that matters.
I was speaking to my best friend today and I realized how much bullshit I've been through and now I'm just angry.
I loved him when he was fat and angry and yelled at me, because he was unmedicated.
I helped him get medicated
I helped him go back to college and get a promotion and I've been there, unwavering, the whole time.
When he got older and wanted sex less, I was fine but ready whenever he wanted it.
When he told me I was "too wet" I made sure to drink less water before bed so when he woke me up for sex I would be less wet.
When he told me he didn't like me initiating, I stopped and followed his lead.
When he told me he never wanted to get married, I decided that I wouldn't get married and wouldn't ask for it.
When he told me I needed mental help, I got it and became so much better.
I tried so fucking hard to be the best for him and I'm genuinely sorry I wasn't enough but I'm really mad that I'm just a launch pad, cool I helped you but you shattered my heart. Thanks.
Edit to add: Thank y'all for your words and also I'm fully about to lose my shit. He walks in the door after going to go cry and cope with OUR friends mind you and the first thing he says is "you know you don't have to do my laundry right? Oh and do you want anything from the bedroom before I go to bed?" He then closes the door to change, opens it, and lays down.
Dude it hasn't even been 24hrs since you dumped me in our living room while I was in my undies and YOUR SHIRT. Be so fucking for real and be grateful that I'm not a huge prick.
