A bit of a different FR I suppose, but I thought there are some lessons to be learned here.

So I was in a relationship for 4 months. Started out as a FWB-thing, turned into a serious relationship. We spent time together, got along well. Everything seemed great. We grew feelings for each other and this was my first serious relationship aswell.

Soon enough problems arised. We wouldnt spend time together too much, she was always very busy being with her friends, basically spending more time with them than me. Basically we would talk every day by phone or send texts, but we would only see each others two times a week only for a few hours. This went on for a month and I started feeling needy, I wanted her to spend more time with me. After all we were dating. I told her about it and her response was to cry and play the victim. This happened every time I tried to bring up the subject. It became a big problem. We couldn't talk about anything serious, it would always turn into me being the bad guy for telling her about how I feel and her crying.

So finally after staying in an emotional drain for long enough, I decided it was time to end this. Even though we enjoyed each others company very much. And even though she is fucking gorgeous, funny and caring.

I invited her over, she took her shoes off and laid on my bed. I sat next to her, lifted her next to me and told her we are gonna talk now. She actually seemed to be pretty into it at the time. I held her hand. My chest was against her back. I was so fucking nervous. She actually asked why my heart was beating so fast, I told her I was nervous. She then made a joke about getting engaged and how its too soon for that. I didn't say anything for 10 seconds and then she just oh boy'd and started crying.

I told her I was not happy, I told her that even though I care about her and even though I enjoy spending time with her, she is not able to give me what I need, and that is her time. I may have come off needy here, but 3 hours a week face to face interaction? Not gonna work. She then started playing the victim again, telling me how she has faults yadi yadi yadda. I told her that she knows that's not true. She was quiet for a while, we stayed there at the edge of my bed and just held hands for a long time. It turned more into a monologue where I was the one speaking, and she was the one crying. Eventually I just remained silent while she cried her eyes out.

Finally she gets up, I escort her to my door, where she tells me for the first time in our relationship that she loves me, hugs me and leaves. I closed the door and pretty much just collapsed and started crying for two hours straight. Felt pretty shitty at the time, but I knew I did the right thing for myself. I couldn't stick in a relationship just for the sake of it, I was not happy and we couldn't solve it, I had to move on.

Later that day I got a text from her, in which she thanked me for giving her the best summer of her life. She wanted to stay together but said she understood my decision, and told me that whatever happens in the future is within my control. I felt eased about this.

Slowly but surely I've rebuilt myself after the breakup. Obviously I still think about her, but in my mind I'm certain this was it.

So fellas, I'm gonna repeat what has already been said a million times. Do not stay in a relationship just for the sake of it, even if you love the other person. If you cant solve your problems and you are miserable all the time, it's just not worth it. Seek happiness, not relationships.

That is all!