Hi it's me, David again. So i made some posts here earlier on about the dominance in my relationship. This is the story of how I f-ed it up. TL;DR at the bottom.

Basically, my relationship relied on my ability to make smart decisions, not panic, and provide a stable environment for my SO. This worked for a year. Then I had to finish my thesis in March (Social Psychology is my research field), which was the final note in my 1 year research. I was very stressed out, could not sleep very well, running and work-out were the only things holding me in one piece. I knew i should only meet in a calm state with the woman, so I only saw her every other day. But then, the last week of March got me, I rushed some parts of my thesis and had to rewrite it in the last minute. I snapped, I was in state similar to Voldemort in the Goblet of fire (that weird fetus thingy), I needed company. GF came over (who really did not care about my stress in the whole month), saw me like this. I knew it ended then. I tried to lie to myself that she is better than this, but no-no. After I submitted my thesis, she did not want my company. Even phrased it like that. Two weeks passed, with minimal interaction. She was already making the exit strategy (flirting with guys). Her friend told me. I wanted a break up obviously, and the near-bipolar mess of a woman who i pulled together, came to my door with the most confident smile I saw from her, gave my scarf back, and waved goodbye. Back to workout and the run. And music. TL,DR: GF saw my weakness, looses interest instantly, we break up.

Update: So some days passed, i got some of my old plates back to rotation, life is good at the moment. Ex started to message me... Two best ones: "I am alone. I am so irrational and idiotic with you not being here, and I'm not feeling good without you." "I never loved anyone more than you. I want you back with me, i made a mistake, please." what.jpg