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Hi, been a casual reader of GC for several years, dipping in and out when needed but have now fully signed up due to the pretty sudden dissolution of my latest LTR. It's a cliche, I know. Guy in pain, searches for answers etc... But still, having an outsider view, even when they'll never have all of the pertinent information, can still be of some value, so here goes...
I'm 33 and I live in a large town in south-west England. Over a year ago I moved home with my parents to study for a Masters degree at a nearby business school. Last December, while on Bumble I matched with a very cute, smart and sexy 26-year-old Colombian girl who randomly happens to live in my hometown having moved there in September 2019. She herself had just completed her own masters in a business-related subject in the UK and had moved to my hometown for a new job.
We had our first date before Christmas, which went well (though nothing sexual occurred). She then went back to Colombia (Bogota to be exact) for a few weeks over Christmas. When she returned in January, she got in touch to let me know she was back and we started regularly dating. Progress was slowish but I made clear my attraction/intention and after a few more dates we began to get sexual. Part of the reason progress was slow was that she told me over Christmas while home she had surgery to remove breast implants she originally had inserted aged 19 and her body was obviously in recovery. I also knew she was recently out the other end of a FWB "situationship" with an Italian friend she made during her Masters and it was a period where she "suffered a lot" i.e. she desired an LTR with this guy but it was not forthcoming.
We continued to date through February and gradually we developed a real connection in all aspects. We both indicated we felt what we had together had a lot of potential and things just kept improving. At the end of that month she took a one day/night trip to London to see some of her Masters friends. I believed it would just be her female friends but on the Sunday, after cancelling our date that day, she called me in the evening to tell me that the previous night while in London she had ended up sleeping with this Italian friend again. She told me she is a very sexual person and that she hadn't planned it and she regretted it hugely. I was gutted at what happened when we had such promise together and she seemed completely devastated at her own actions. I was compelled to call off our budding relationship and I assumed that would be it, as hard as that was to accept.
End of March, as UK lockdown began I posted an early morning Instagram story. Two hours later she posted something very similar and included a reference to an in-joke of ours. Clearly this was a signal, and a sort of proxy game began where we would reply to each other indirectly through Instagram stories over the course of a few days. I still felt like there was something between me and her but resolved that it couldn't be me who made the first step to get in touch. She had fucked up and she had to be the one who actually make direct contact. Which she did, April 1st.
This quickly escalated into a video-chat where she told me about how what she had done was a catalyst to a personal crisis and moment for personal growth. She had begun meditating, therapy, journaling and realised even though we hadn't been together a long time that she missed me deeply and wanted to see if she could have another chance. She seemed very sincere and genuine and I held no grudge. She really seemed to take ownership for what she did and I too felt we still had something there worth exploring.
But due to the fucking lockdown, even though we were only a mile apart, we couldn't physically be together yet. As it happened I was myself very busy with finishing up work on my masters and we did "break" lockdown once by meeting up in late April, where she told me she loved me and we spent a few hours just walking around, kissing and hugging etc. But that was all we could do until May 22nd when I was finally free of assignment purgatory and we could be together. During this lockdown period I was careful to not bombard her with texts and we generally video-chatted once or so per week. One thing I would say is that this girl was delighted at being given a second chance with me. She was just was very happy and sweet and seemed so grateful and adoring.
Anyway, May 22nd and we finally started being together properly and thus started a summer of love basically. It was a phenomenal time. I would generally sleep at her place (she has a large loft/attic room with its own separate bathroom in a sharehouse) about twice per week, usually the weekend, and we'd also meet up about once during the work week. We would take trips to the beach, the countryside, go on long hikes and walks. I showed her around and we had some beautiful adventures. We fell in love and things improved each and every week. Overall it was an idyllic period with a lot of love, respect, fun and intimacy. As a GF she has that latina sweetness, which is hard to describe but we never really argued or had any disputes or toxic disagreements. We treated each other with dignity, generosity and respect. I've never had a GF who was like her. She wasn't perfect of course but truly there was little that I felt was wrong or "off" or that I couldn't handle. It was generally a relationship that was very loving and positively-charged.
Then a second lockdown was announced at Halloween. Around this time, again, things had been really good. But two weeks later, Friday 13th (I know) she initiated a break-up. I wrote her a letter last Friday where I tried to summarise where I felt what had happened and the causes therein, and we met-up the next day, Saturday 21st and having already read my letter she said "lets try" to resuming/continuing our relationship but that we should take it slow and not rush. I agreed. The initial break-up was like a bolt from the blue and truly shocked me. There was so much positive signalling that it seemed so bizarre things could just simply turn on a dime. But they had. And how.
We then met just this past Tuesday, 48 hours ago. After picking her up from work and going to her place, it was clear we couldn't just pretend like nothing had ever happened. We would kiss and get physically close but she would withdraw and cite that "she wasn't ready" etc. I wasn't pushing things in an aggressive manner but I was trying to see if her resistance could be surmounted. It couldn't. There was just this invisible barrier and it was like the magic we once shared had been diluted. She would tell me she loves me but it was like she lost that faith in us and in me. I could see she was trapped in her own mind, constantly analysing and thinking.
During the evening we had arranged to have a consultation with her spiritual coach back in Colombia over Zoom. Our shared interest in spirituality had been one of the things that brought us together, but while she had become turbo-charged in enthusiasm for all things spiritual as a result of her "personal crisis", my own interest, while growing in recent years after a long fallow period, is not as pronounced or as a overt. The consultation was interesting and initially illuminating, but given she was translating from Spanish to English, I noticed after about the half-way mark she was beginning to be affected by what she was hearing. Once the consultation was concluded it was like we were both reeling from what had been discussed - and it's this energy that also fed into what I mentioned in the previous paragraph.
There we were lying on her bed like we had countless times before but it was also very different. Despite her being in my arms, our bodies entwined, we would kiss for a bit but we could go no further. After a while of this I realised the futility of what was unfolding and said to her that we can't keep doing this. What if I came over on the weekend but this block between us is still in place? I suggested we meet in a 2-3 weeks for a date but go no contact in the meantime to give us the space we need to clear our thoughts and figure things out. She agreed. I later left around 10:30pm. On my way out I sensed this may be my last ever time at her place. I also noticed that where a picture of us was once prominent on her wall, it had been removed/replaced. And she also had prepared some of my belongings for me to collect (as was planned last Saturday until she agreed to give things another go). I took these with me anyway (some I actually wanted to take home regardless of context).
On my way home, just a short drive, I kept thinking about how about sometimes you need to let things go in order for something new to be reborn. It felt like whatever we had together had essentially just suddenly died and there we were both trying to keep it on life-support. Paradoxically if me and her were/are to ever have a chance we needed to let each other go. I was thinking on this and voice-messaging a friend when she called me at 12:30am. I knew instantly she was calling to say pretty much the same thing and sure enough that was so. She said she just couldn't do it any longer. That she loved me so much but that we couldn't force things. I agreed - even though there is still love and attraction present, it had changed and we could no longer pretend it hadn't despite our fervent wishes to the contrary.
Now, I'm bereft. The last 10 days have been various versions of hell and I'm looking for a life raft for my own sanity and stability.
But before I finish I realise I have neglected to pass on some key information regarding as to why she initiated the break-up to start with:
- She said she had a dawning realisation (in early Nov - just as Lockdown 2.0 began) that she was overall dissatisfied with our sexlife. This was for several reasons (some of which she stated, some I surmise): 1. I lack a strong enough spiritual connection to myself and she could sense this in bed 2. I was selfish in bed; I hardly ever went down on her (a few times) whereas she was always giving me deepthroat BJs (I introduced the practice to her) 3. I had made no real effort to fix my occasional ED issue (which is true). I'd have ED about maybe 10% of the time and each she was affected by it. She even cried on 3 separate occasions across the first 6 months we were together when this was a problem. 4. As a result of the ED trouble, she couldn't trust my erection thus she'd have to go down for me longer and more often then she liked to in order to stimulate it and keep it going each time we'd have sex.
- Sex, as a Latina, is so important to her and her primary means of expressing love and connecting with someone. While we did have some incredible sex and special moments, there simply wasn't enough of them for her feel truly satisfied. And this was something she felt was so vital to her sense of self and relationship standard, that she felt the LTR couldn't go on. And on Tuesday, when discussing things she said to me that this energy is so powerful inside of her and she "doesn't want to cheat on me" or "hurt me". (It's the same energy she talked of when she slept with the Italian but then we we fell in love it either became temporarily satiated or overwhelmed by other emotions).
- Spiritually she felt I am somewhat "stuck" and don't know myself well enough. I needed more direction in this sphere as it was increasingly important to her own life.
- Last Saturday, she also expressed a previously unvoiced worry about my professional prospects. I have finished my Masters and I have resumed a level of part-time work with my previous employer but have not yet transitioned into a full-time new career on the back of my Masters which is a) a result of a long-term physical injury to my elbows I have been working on (successfully) rehabbing since it deteriorated over the summer and b) the fucking coronavirus pandemic utterly destroying the job market. This was never a problem during the summer but since the days have darkened and our LTR was becoming more and more serious I sense she had growing doubts about whether or not I could embark on a new career. Given just before we broke-up we had happily discussed living together from next spring and she was even raising the idea of children and marriage, I suspect she started questioning whether or not I could cash the checks we were writing for our combined future.
- She really really really really really did not want to break-up with me but felt like she had no other choice. She told me from the moment we reconnected after she slept with the Italian (he's truly out of the picture now) she felt like me and her were it "forever". That I would be the man she marries. And throughout the summer and even until like 3 weeks ago she was saying similar things. That when her friend asked if I was "the One" she would state I was. And in our pictures we looked like a picture of love. All of her friends and family back in Colombia were celebratory and also maybe a little envious and everything was set for us to be one day walk down the aisle. Honestly, I am not just making this shit up. It wasn't all puff and sugar. It was real but that's what makes it so hard to fathom how quickly things can turn. The positive reinforcement however made complacement and like Chase says, happy to enjoy the peace.
- Because of the present context, I am no longer as surrounded by women as I once was in work or in wider life. She had no real competition but the same was true of me with her. She works in a female dominant workplace and her housemates are no threat. Social activities are banned and pubs/bars empty. We don't live in a city either so there's not a plethora of people around to the same degree. This was relaxing to me, not having to stress about competition, but also maybe a factor in her decision-making because I am not likely to stray myself.
- And of course, having moved back home to finish my masters I find myself stuck here with my parents aged 33. Now, she loves my parents and got on with them well. She really appreciated a slice of family life while she is living here so far from home and unable to travel back to visit her own family (whom she is close to). But still, while it's maybe understandable for the time in which I'm studying, it's not so alluring now I'm out the other side but unable to take the next step in my life.
- My first clue that all was not well before the break-up came a few days before it actually happened. We met-up on the Monday evening in my car and while we were chatting and life seemed pretty good she revealed to me that she was really missing Colombia. At first, I chalked it up to general homesickness, which would happen every so often with her but then soon pass, but this time it was clear something else was going on. She really did seem quite affected and sort of questioning everything. Later that night at home not suspecting that maybe it was a cover for her burgeoning doubts about me and her, I began to stress about her status here in the UK as an immigrant and whether or not she will want to live here long-term. Of course, when Friday 13th rolled around and we met, I knew something wasn't right. The tone and style of her communication that week was different but I still innocently believed it was because of her homesickness, and not because of our LTR. Hence my shock once she asked if her could "have a talk".
If I had to attribute the biggest reason for the break-up it would be her sexual dissatisfaction. There's no doubt I became a bit drunk off my own success with her (outside the bedroom) and lost sight and hand on the steering wheel, but the speed with which we crashed into rocks has me in a spin. Clearly these issues were silent killers - she herself wasn't fully cognizant of them until it was almost too late to rectify - but still, what do you think?
What am I missing here? What have I seen or not seen? What do I have learn and grow from? Is there any hope for me and her in the future?
I know it's easy to fall into delusion and wishful thinking, but there is/was a lot of love between me and this girl. I've been dumped before and this isn't your classic case of the girl going totally cold. I could see she was in bits and torn up inside. But still, I let her down and unwittingly undermined what was a truly great LTR in so many respects. While I am assertive in some domains, and capable of leading, there's no doubt I did not fully take charge in the most crucial areas: sex, money and spirituality. And you can't just resolve these issues inside 6 days or even 6 weeks. This is months of personal work and evolution minimum.
Anyway, thanks for reading this - I know it's a lot but I hope I have given as much information as is necessary to render at least a halfway accurate analysis.
Ashers
I'm 33 and I live in a large town in south-west England. Over a year ago I moved home with my parents to study for a Masters degree at a nearby business school. Last December, while on Bumble I matched with a very cute, smart and sexy 26-year-old Colombian girl who randomly happens to live in my hometown having moved there in September 2019. She herself had just completed her own masters in a business-related subject in the UK and had moved to my hometown for a new job.
We had our first date before Christmas, which went well (though nothing sexual occurred). She then went back to Colombia (Bogota to be exact) for a few weeks over Christmas. When she returned in January, she got in touch to let me know she was back and we started regularly dating. Progress was slowish but I made clear my attraction/intention and after a few more dates we began to get sexual. Part of the reason progress was slow was that she told me over Christmas while home she had surgery to remove breast implants she originally had inserted aged 19 and her body was obviously in recovery. I also knew she was recently out the other end of a FWB "situationship" with an Italian friend she made during her Masters and it was a period where she "suffered a lot" i.e. she desired an LTR with this guy but it was not forthcoming.
We continued to date through February and gradually we developed a real connection in all aspects. We both indicated we felt what we had together had a lot of potential and things just kept improving. At the end of that month she took a one day/night trip to London to see some of her Masters friends. I believed it would just be her female friends but on the Sunday, after cancelling our date that day, she called me in the evening to tell me that the previous night while in London she had ended up sleeping with this Italian friend again. She told me she is a very sexual person and that she hadn't planned it and she regretted it hugely. I was gutted at what happened when we had such promise together and she seemed completely devastated at her own actions. I was compelled to call off our budding relationship and I assumed that would be it, as hard as that was to accept.
End of March, as UK lockdown began I posted an early morning Instagram story. Two hours later she posted something very similar and included a reference to an in-joke of ours. Clearly this was a signal, and a sort of proxy game began where we would reply to each other indirectly through Instagram stories over the course of a few days. I still felt like there was something between me and her but resolved that it couldn't be me who made the first step to get in touch. She had fucked up and she had to be the one who actually make direct contact. Which she did, April 1st.
This quickly escalated into a video-chat where she told me about how what she had done was a catalyst to a personal crisis and moment for personal growth. She had begun meditating, therapy, journaling and realised even though we hadn't been together a long time that she missed me deeply and wanted to see if she could have another chance. She seemed very sincere and genuine and I held no grudge. She really seemed to take ownership for what she did and I too felt we still had something there worth exploring.
But due to the fucking lockdown, even though we were only a mile apart, we couldn't physically be together yet. As it happened I was myself very busy with finishing up work on my masters and we did "break" lockdown once by meeting up in late April, where she told me she loved me and we spent a few hours just walking around, kissing and hugging etc. But that was all we could do until May 22nd when I was finally free of assignment purgatory and we could be together. During this lockdown period I was careful to not bombard her with texts and we generally video-chatted once or so per week. One thing I would say is that this girl was delighted at being given a second chance with me. She was just was very happy and sweet and seemed so grateful and adoring.
Anyway, May 22nd and we finally started being together properly and thus started a summer of love basically. It was a phenomenal time. I would generally sleep at her place (she has a large loft/attic room with its own separate bathroom in a sharehouse) about twice per week, usually the weekend, and we'd also meet up about once during the work week. We would take trips to the beach, the countryside, go on long hikes and walks. I showed her around and we had some beautiful adventures. We fell in love and things improved each and every week. Overall it was an idyllic period with a lot of love, respect, fun and intimacy. As a GF she has that latina sweetness, which is hard to describe but we never really argued or had any disputes or toxic disagreements. We treated each other with dignity, generosity and respect. I've never had a GF who was like her. She wasn't perfect of course but truly there was little that I felt was wrong or "off" or that I couldn't handle. It was generally a relationship that was very loving and positively-charged.
Then a second lockdown was announced at Halloween. Around this time, again, things had been really good. But two weeks later, Friday 13th (I know) she initiated a break-up. I wrote her a letter last Friday where I tried to summarise where I felt what had happened and the causes therein, and we met-up the next day, Saturday 21st and having already read my letter she said "lets try" to resuming/continuing our relationship but that we should take it slow and not rush. I agreed. The initial break-up was like a bolt from the blue and truly shocked me. There was so much positive signalling that it seemed so bizarre things could just simply turn on a dime. But they had. And how.
We then met just this past Tuesday, 48 hours ago. After picking her up from work and going to her place, it was clear we couldn't just pretend like nothing had ever happened. We would kiss and get physically close but she would withdraw and cite that "she wasn't ready" etc. I wasn't pushing things in an aggressive manner but I was trying to see if her resistance could be surmounted. It couldn't. There was just this invisible barrier and it was like the magic we once shared had been diluted. She would tell me she loves me but it was like she lost that faith in us and in me. I could see she was trapped in her own mind, constantly analysing and thinking.
During the evening we had arranged to have a consultation with her spiritual coach back in Colombia over Zoom. Our shared interest in spirituality had been one of the things that brought us together, but while she had become turbo-charged in enthusiasm for all things spiritual as a result of her "personal crisis", my own interest, while growing in recent years after a long fallow period, is not as pronounced or as a overt. The consultation was interesting and initially illuminating, but given she was translating from Spanish to English, I noticed after about the half-way mark she was beginning to be affected by what she was hearing. Once the consultation was concluded it was like we were both reeling from what had been discussed - and it's this energy that also fed into what I mentioned in the previous paragraph.
There we were lying on her bed like we had countless times before but it was also very different. Despite her being in my arms, our bodies entwined, we would kiss for a bit but we could go no further. After a while of this I realised the futility of what was unfolding and said to her that we can't keep doing this. What if I came over on the weekend but this block between us is still in place? I suggested we meet in a 2-3 weeks for a date but go no contact in the meantime to give us the space we need to clear our thoughts and figure things out. She agreed. I later left around 10:30pm. On my way out I sensed this may be my last ever time at her place. I also noticed that where a picture of us was once prominent on her wall, it had been removed/replaced. And she also had prepared some of my belongings for me to collect (as was planned last Saturday until she agreed to give things another go). I took these with me anyway (some I actually wanted to take home regardless of context).
On my way home, just a short drive, I kept thinking about how about sometimes you need to let things go in order for something new to be reborn. It felt like whatever we had together had essentially just suddenly died and there we were both trying to keep it on life-support. Paradoxically if me and her were/are to ever have a chance we needed to let each other go. I was thinking on this and voice-messaging a friend when she called me at 12:30am. I knew instantly she was calling to say pretty much the same thing and sure enough that was so. She said she just couldn't do it any longer. That she loved me so much but that we couldn't force things. I agreed - even though there is still love and attraction present, it had changed and we could no longer pretend it hadn't despite our fervent wishes to the contrary.
Now, I'm bereft. The last 10 days have been various versions of hell and I'm looking for a life raft for my own sanity and stability.
But before I finish I realise I have neglected to pass on some key information regarding as to why she initiated the break-up to start with:
- She said she had a dawning realisation (in early Nov - just as Lockdown 2.0 began) that she was overall dissatisfied with our sexlife. This was for several reasons (some of which she stated, some I surmise): 1. I lack a strong enough spiritual connection to myself and she could sense this in bed 2. I was selfish in bed; I hardly ever went down on her (a few times) whereas she was always giving me deepthroat BJs (I introduced the practice to her) 3. I had made no real effort to fix my occasional ED issue (which is true). I'd have ED about maybe 10% of the time and each she was affected by it. She even cried on 3 separate occasions across the first 6 months we were together when this was a problem. 4. As a result of the ED trouble, she couldn't trust my erection thus she'd have to go down for me longer and more often then she liked to in order to stimulate it and keep it going each time we'd have sex.
- Sex, as a Latina, is so important to her and her primary means of expressing love and connecting with someone. While we did have some incredible sex and special moments, there simply wasn't enough of them for her feel truly satisfied. And this was something she felt was so vital to her sense of self and relationship standard, that she felt the LTR couldn't go on. And on Tuesday, when discussing things she said to me that this energy is so powerful inside of her and she "doesn't want to cheat on me" or "hurt me". (It's the same energy she talked of when she slept with the Italian but then we we fell in love it either became temporarily satiated or overwhelmed by other emotions).
- Spiritually she felt I am somewhat "stuck" and don't know myself well enough. I needed more direction in this sphere as it was increasingly important to her own life.
- Last Saturday, she also expressed a previously unvoiced worry about my professional prospects. I have finished my Masters and I have resumed a level of part-time work with my previous employer but have not yet transitioned into a full-time new career on the back of my Masters which is a) a result of a long-term physical injury to my elbows I have been working on (successfully) rehabbing since it deteriorated over the summer and b) the fucking coronavirus pandemic utterly destroying the job market. This was never a problem during the summer but since the days have darkened and our LTR was becoming more and more serious I sense she had growing doubts about whether or not I could embark on a new career. Given just before we broke-up we had happily discussed living together from next spring and she was even raising the idea of children and marriage, I suspect she started questioning whether or not I could cash the checks we were writing for our combined future.
- She really really really really really did not want to break-up with me but felt like she had no other choice. She told me from the moment we reconnected after she slept with the Italian (he's truly out of the picture now) she felt like me and her were it "forever". That I would be the man she marries. And throughout the summer and even until like 3 weeks ago she was saying similar things. That when her friend asked if I was "the One" she would state I was. And in our pictures we looked like a picture of love. All of her friends and family back in Colombia were celebratory and also maybe a little envious and everything was set for us to be one day walk down the aisle. Honestly, I am not just making this shit up. It wasn't all puff and sugar. It was real but that's what makes it so hard to fathom how quickly things can turn. The positive reinforcement however made complacement and like Chase says, happy to enjoy the peace.
- Because of the present context, I am no longer as surrounded by women as I once was in work or in wider life. She had no real competition but the same was true of me with her. She works in a female dominant workplace and her housemates are no threat. Social activities are banned and pubs/bars empty. We don't live in a city either so there's not a plethora of people around to the same degree. This was relaxing to me, not having to stress about competition, but also maybe a factor in her decision-making because I am not likely to stray myself.
- And of course, having moved back home to finish my masters I find myself stuck here with my parents aged 33. Now, she loves my parents and got on with them well. She really appreciated a slice of family life while she is living here so far from home and unable to travel back to visit her own family (whom she is close to). But still, while it's maybe understandable for the time in which I'm studying, it's not so alluring now I'm out the other side but unable to take the next step in my life.
- My first clue that all was not well before the break-up came a few days before it actually happened. We met-up on the Monday evening in my car and while we were chatting and life seemed pretty good she revealed to me that she was really missing Colombia. At first, I chalked it up to general homesickness, which would happen every so often with her but then soon pass, but this time it was clear something else was going on. She really did seem quite affected and sort of questioning everything. Later that night at home not suspecting that maybe it was a cover for her burgeoning doubts about me and her, I began to stress about her status here in the UK as an immigrant and whether or not she will want to live here long-term. Of course, when Friday 13th rolled around and we met, I knew something wasn't right. The tone and style of her communication that week was different but I still innocently believed it was because of her homesickness, and not because of our LTR. Hence my shock once she asked if her could "have a talk".
If I had to attribute the biggest reason for the break-up it would be her sexual dissatisfaction. There's no doubt I became a bit drunk off my own success with her (outside the bedroom) and lost sight and hand on the steering wheel, but the speed with which we crashed into rocks has me in a spin. Clearly these issues were silent killers - she herself wasn't fully cognizant of them until it was almost too late to rectify - but still, what do you think?
What am I missing here? What have I seen or not seen? What do I have learn and grow from? Is there any hope for me and her in the future?
I know it's easy to fall into delusion and wishful thinking, but there is/was a lot of love between me and this girl. I've been dumped before and this isn't your classic case of the girl going totally cold. I could see she was in bits and torn up inside. But still, I let her down and unwittingly undermined what was a truly great LTR in so many respects. While I am assertive in some domains, and capable of leading, there's no doubt I did not fully take charge in the most crucial areas: sex, money and spirituality. And you can't just resolve these issues inside 6 days or even 6 weeks. This is months of personal work and evolution minimum.
Anyway, thanks for reading this - I know it's a lot but I hope I have given as much information as is necessary to render at least a halfway accurate analysis.
Ashers