I was in a relationship for 7 years long distance. Me and GF were together since we were young teens. Arguably the love of my life and we were even engaged (I proposed mostly during the years but properly when I visited her during the holidays but due to COVID things started to change).
After that, I started looking for all the law and regulations regarding one of us moving together. She lives in the US and I live in SG so we collectively decided that SG would be the better choice as America is very overpriced and definitely more dangerous. I started thinking over and over, looking at our options to make our 7-year dream of being together true, it was becoming very difficult to make it happen.
Move there(US) for a couple years to make her happy and to genuinely see how it was, get married then move back to SG. At some point I started looking at us: I was scared to go out and drink with my friends in case I did something I shouldn’t whilst drunk and she also got very angry whenever I didn’t text her after a couple of hours, meanwhile all she did with herself as she didn’t go to university because she couldn’t get in, was stay home watch tv, smoke weed and go to work at the diner a few times a week while I was going to work every day to eventually also give her money for food since sometimes she didn’t even have that and she had no friend group to even hang out with whether it be the during the weekend or week.
Eventually, I decided that it was my fault since she spent her whole days texting me without leaving the house unless she had a shift and had no friend group.
I ended up breaking up with her because I thought we’d both be wasting our twenties waiting for each other to get enough money to live together and whilst I have friends over in the SG she never really had any over there and she threw a bunch of stuff in my face when I did end it saying I never appreciated her or did anything for her despite sleeping 5 hours every night so we’d sleep on the phone (2am-7am) and giving her money to either get an uber to work or for food.
A month after she had a new boyfriend.
I guess… we were never meant to be.