Quote: (12-30-2018 03:12 PM)Investment Bro Wrote:
As for expectation management, I agree. No girl is going to check all the boxes, but I believe that you should have major things you aren't willing to compromise on that are shared by the other party. In business and in life, I've found this to be very successful for me. Write that post though, I'd love to read it, and I'm sure it's going to contain many nuggets that would be very beneficial to the guys here.
If I may ask, why did you break it off with your ex? What was leading you apart?
I actually posted a thread here concerning exit strategies 6 months before it ended.
A year before it ended, I felt this pressure from friends and family to get married. Benign comments from older family members at dinners. Her friends being proposed to and embarking on that journey. She felt the pressure too and never verbalized it apart from an argument or two where she questioned the future.
I saw that and it became evident during a holiday we took, when I showed her where I am from. She had this strange anticipation, especially in picturesque places and I could sense she expected me to propose. In a strange way, I also felt like I disappointed her in that way as she didn't manage her own expectations correctly despite my 'warnings' throughout the LTR.
She knew I wasn't ready or willing. Logically, everything pointed away from that but emotionally, she read into wanting it.
Combined with the external pressure, her fairytale dream, wanting to lock me down and the variables of romantic trip, staying with family and me being around childhood friends (as I moved away from home), things weren't the same after the trip.
There was an elephant in the room but it went ignored for a while. This holiday was 9 months before I ended it and 2 months before I considered ending it.
I realized I needed to move on when I had a few beers with a close friend (his fiancee is good friends with her) and he asked, when are you dropping a knee?
It was a joke but a joke that struck a nerve because I had been avoiding confronting that topic. I decided, I would end it sooner rather than later, before she hit 30 so she can find someone who was willing to provide her with want she wants- security, motherhood and companionship. For me, it would be a sacrifice and to appease her and we both knew I was not about that.
She knew this too and I believe she already was screening for suitors after me. Women always are 3 months ahead of men in relationships. My plan was thus to let her down smoothly and figure out the logistics of moving out, not causing insecurities and having the transition go down in a mutually beneficial manner.
Eventually, as things do, there was a straw that broke the camel's back. She was a bit drunk and was unreliable with something that was pretty important to me. She fucked me over as I relied on her for something. Part of me acknowledges that I somewhat knew she would do so and set it up this way. The other part, was disappointed but also relieved that I got the opportunity.
Things heated up, we said things we had been feeling for a while and woke up the next day feeling the same and standing by what we said.
We took a few days apart (she went to visit her mother) and came back and decided it was a good run.
A few weeks later, we parted ways and it was extremely emotional; more for her than for me but I am no cold fish.
She seemed to move on pretty quickly and is now engaged, 9 months after the fact. My mates and I had a good laugh about it over some drinks yesterday as I told them as soon as I ended it that she would get engaged in < 12 months.
I furthermore laughed when I saw the post on FB that her fiancee posted- "The love of my life said yes".
Love of my life. It's insane when you look back on what you shared with a person and another comes along and they felt this. She must feel so rewarded as she gave me everything and I appreciated it yet she gave this guy so much less and he was so much more grateful.
Then I wonder if she was seeing this guy during her trips to visit her mother as they are in the same town. The crazy thing is that I never, to this day, gave a shit despite some of my friends also wondering the same thing. I always thought I would be irate or hurt but I felt nothing at all.
I wrote this 'story' to flesh out what happened and how it happened. Until you asked me this question, I never actually did so and it's always different when you write it down and it stares you back in the face.
Why did I break it off?
- Time. The relationship was taking up way too much of my time, energy and effort- away from other endeavours I wanted to prioritize
- Space. I needed my own space to grow again and figure out the best way to get back on the direction I wanted to get.
- No mutual future. I did JPs self-authoring program in January and I didn't see her in any of my future plans. This was the final nail in the coffin when deciding.
- Family. We weren't compatible with each other's family.
- Too different. We had distant ideas of leisure, fun and how to spend our free time. Our relationship was built around lust which turned into love and trust. After a while, you take this for granted and look for other factors as the law of diminishing returns sets in.
- Freedom. I wanted to be single again solely for the option of rediscovering the thrill of flirting, seducing, courting and fucking other women.
- Age, genetics and beauty. She is 2 years older than me. Her genetics aren't that great. I was also 'out of her league'. Beauty is not a factor until a woman starts withdrawing effort and your ego kicks in. It kicks in after an argument or when you're out and have a few drinks and less inhibitions. It kicks in in the few times she flirts with other guys and you think 'LOL are you for real'.
When you stop being affected by the games and genuinely don't care, it's sometimes from a healthy, stoic point of view. Sometimes it's from an arrogant, 'I am out of your league' point of view. Posters will argue the merit of the latter but for me personally, I felt it made me a shittier person and set a frame that was unhealthy.
As you can imagine, there were a few more reasons but it boiled down to the fact that we were on the same bus but with different stops. The ride was enjoyable, lessons were learned and I will forever be grateful but my heart wasn't in it.