I am convincing myself that I'm stepping out of my abstracted Slashdot persona for purposes of experiment. I've watched and learned quite a bit from the requests for advice of others in their
/. journals, but it isn't something I've done before. So, in the interests of science (and this is my first time...):
A week from now will be my two year aniversary with my current girlfriend. We've been living together since she moved cross country to be with me. But for more than a year now, there have been serious ongoing problems. It really comes down to a series of idiocyncrocies and shortcomings that build into a malestrom of negative reinforcement. Of course I think that my idiocyncrocies and shortcomings are completely balanced and reasonable, and that hers are the result of severe fucked-up-edness. Part of the real trouble is that she thinks the same thing: that I'm reasonable, and she's fucked up.
The core issue is one of communication. It's fundamental components are twofold: she's terrified of any rejection, and her natural instinct is to flee conflict. So, rather than ask for something and risk being turned down, she'll bottle the desire up, only to explode later, usually fleeing without explaination or starting pointless arguments. My inclination, then, is to examine my own behavior, to figure out what I've done wrong. The trouble is, often, I haven't done anything but unintentionally remind her of what she's been repressing, and so a stimulus that should mean "something's wrong" doesn't; or rather doesn't really. Result: I numb myself to her outbursts, and ultimately to her entire presence, making the likelyhood of my rejecting her in future increase...
Then, if I see a problem, and bring it up, she bolts. Or, rather, she used to, and is starting again. And when she bolts, it's for another state. There's packing involved. Since I made it clear that this behavior was unacceptable, her compromise is to lash out, to reduce a reasonable argument (i.e. a healthy part of an engaging relationship) to a shouting match. I bring things up less and less as a result.
Things had gotten quite bad. I was planning my weeks around not spending waking hours alone with her. So, Tuesday (delayed mostly by a possibly ill-informed desire to to drop a bomb on Valentine's), we had The Talk. Not that we hadn't had Talks before, but my firm intention was to end things, and I know that came across. So we talked.
And we've continued to talk. I'm just not sure if I really believe there's any use to it. I'm not sure if she's capable of being the person I want to be my one and only. I don't know how much longer I really am prepared to wait for something to change. We made the official check up next Thursday, which is only coincidentally our aniversary. But I don't know how there's going to anything like real change by then.
Lest there be a question: there is much love between us. Otherwise we'd never have lasted this long. If I didn't know that the current state of things was hurting her, it would be far more difficult than it is to even contemplate ending our relationship, because I know the idea hurts her.
So, there it is. Recorded for the public and posterity.