I've recently left my second committed relationship and between my fear of the wall and my fear of making the wrong decisions, I feel tempted to go back. In fact, not only do I feel tempted, but I have texted him several times and initiated seemingly friendly, harmless conversations; checked whether he's back on dating apps already, etc. I'm worried I made the wrong decision but it did not feel wrong at the time.

I'm 23F and there's an 11 year age gap between my ex and I. That would've been enough of a sign for some people, but I didn't notice anything strange. He was a little emotionally unstable but I thought I could take care of him, make him all better and then - out of gratitude, out of habit - he'd stay with me forever.

Now, I was the one to break up. Throughout our relationship (lasted for a little over a year) he had gone from a little depressed to very depressed, smoking a pack of cigarettes a day, not showering and negging me on a daily basis.

Everything I did never quite measured up. If I cooked for him, I was coddling him. If I didn't, he missed the old days. If I (gently) reminded him to do something (such as going to the bank, or laundry - which I offered to do and he refused) I was too mature and serious all the time. The times he did accept help, he'd complain after; that I shouldn't have offered. If I stopped reminding him, not only would his life get chaotic, but I was also too withdrawn. He knew I was conservative and wanted to be a stay at home mom from the start but started pushing me towards being more career-focused, saying he usually went for girls that were high-earners or in the same field, etc. The job that I do, that pays all my bills, wasn't good enough (and it's absolutely nothing weird; just doesn't require a degree).

That all turned into him getting physical by grabbing my arm too tight one day. I let it slide because it was no big deal. It bruised, but it'd be fine. There were two other situations in which my consent (or lack thereof) was ignored. He apologized for both these situations but didn't seem to understand the gravity of the situation. It still got worse, more complicated, more tiring.

So I decided to leave. I thought that it would obviously not translate into marriage, and if it did it would be a miserable one, so why stay? But now that I've left, I keep thinking: it was easy staying with him most of the time. I didn't have to meet anyone new. I didn't have to go on dates and do that awkward dance. I'm 23, turning 24 soon; I have less time than I did before. I'm hitting the wall soon. I can do a few things to keep myself from hitting it in a year or two, yes, and I am, but it's still a reality I'll face eventually.

I also don't think that he felt the breakup as strongly as I thought he would. I felt he would protest it more. Care more. He has messaged me since then, he says he misses me... but he's keeping his distance. And I don't understand why it's easier for him to do that than it is for me.

Please feel free to pick apart all my thoughts and be completely honest.