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The original was posted on /r/twoxchromosomes by /u/lindybopperette on 2023-09-07 00:15:15.
A week ago I broke up with my fiancé with whom I lived for the last 8 years (been together for 9 years). He is the kindest, sweetest, gentlest person who would treat me extra good… but our personality clashes and sexual incompatibility finally reared their ugly heads.
He is helping me move out (we lived in an apt he bought, furnished it together, and he is fully reimbursing me for everything I am leaving behind) and is a trooper. I, on the other hand, am falling apart.
He was the only relationship in my life that lasted more than 6 months. He was preceeded by an abusive asshole who SA’d me amd helped me keep that piece of human shit away from me, he was by my side when my abusive mother died and when my dad had heart surgery. He helped me finish my master’s. He cheered me on when I was in therapy for 6+ years.
I never lived on my own, it was straight from my parents’ home to a shared flat with my now-ex fiancé. I never rented on my own. I never paid a water bill, and I am going to be 31 this month. I felt like I got extremely lucky, finding a man so good, generous and kind, but now I feel like a cliche, a single woman moving back in with her dad. Luckily I jave a stable job, but apart from that I feel like a failure.
It’s as if almost a decade has been taken away from my life. What do I do? What is next for me?