My relationship with A broke down over about 2 months, though there were warning signs and mistakes before that. She said from the start she wanted tobe open. I'm a bit inexperienced, so at the start I was way too overwhelmed to talk about openness, but I did say I was open to it and I meant it. We never really set any boundaries though - I said I wanted to start slow and made suggestions, but she just kinda started doing her own thing, very slowly. Stuff that mostly didn't bother me at first - she got with another girl on holiday (didn't mind), kissed someone at work (hmm bit close to home but not a massive one). I guess I never really told her what I felt about everything, but I did tell her maybe a month prior that I didn't really think we were in an open relationship because we hadn't set boundaries yet. I guess we're just not hearing each other properly.
Anyway, the big crisis happened when she came home at 7am on a Friday morning while I'm on my way to work, having stayed out all night unplanned. Bear in mind she'd missed two weeks of therapy and had gone to see her friend who just had an abortion on Thursday night. She told me she had a threesome and my immediate, fairly calm reaction was "So when are you moving out" which immediately set her off. She went a bit wild, was throwing things. At some point I restrained her briefly with a hug - I was freaking out for sure, but I was also thinking she can't go outside like that, she'll get sectioned. She struggled, I let go. Now I know she remembers this as me telling her to "get out of the house immediately" then pinning her down. She uses my reaction to the threesome of her primary example of why we're not compatible, at least she does when she's activated.
Fast forward two months, things are pretty good Ithink. I'm feeling closer than ever to her and I'm pretty sure she's feeling the same. I thought we got past this threesome event amazingly, though obviously we didn't entirely - she remembers and feels everything, sometimes all at once. We really love each other alot so I guess that helped. Since then I've hardly moved my arms from my sides if we've been disagreeing, I've been calm and I've tried to de-escalate. I guess I'm just realizing now that I do often try to explain myself in disagreements instead of validating.
Then we had this really stressful plane ride home, delayed for hours. She's a smokaholic so planes are always extrastressful. On the plane I told her that I'd texted our flatmate about this graffiti she'd done on the freshly painted communal landing - a neighbour texted me complaining which I found frustrating, so I messaged the flatmate. It helped me not be annoyed at A. Problem is I once had a thing for this flatmate before I got with A, and A has never accepted my explanation that me and flatmate are now just goodmates (she wants me to be honest apparently, which would be telling her I want to be with the flatmate or something like that, which is not true!). Flatmate and I do discuss our respective partners with each other as well as house issues, but really there's no sexual chemistry or romance or flirting there. I told her this after I hid my phone - hiding the phone screen is just like a pattern I've learned from young to protect myself a bit. She saw me do it and I blurted out straight away about the flatmate graffiti text as I knew it was important, even though that wasn't even what I was hiding, which was much less important and I told her about that shortly afterwards as well.
So she's annoyed about that, it's all very stressful, but we're OK. Then we get to the last train ticket barrier and I've booked slightly the wrong train and the guard is being an asshole about it. I get fed up and just push through the barrier - I know, not a great look. Then I called back to A that she should come through too and she said no, I should go. So I did. Man she dealt with it really well but I set her off outside the station by trying to explain myself like an idiot. She has anxiety over this because she got arrested last year for kicking a police officer allegedly after getting drunk and angry on a bus in the middle of the night. Now she has a criminal record and that might make her immigration stuff difficult. So yeah she was upset I put her in that situation and I agree that was a stupid thing to do, but I will say she's totally fine smoking a spliff outside the airport and is exactly the type of person who would have jumped a barrier before the arrest thing.
Over the next couple of days we're OK - gave her amassage, we were loving, we talked a bit. Until Saturday night (we came home on Tuesday). She went out with some friends after work, a couple. She kept going on about how similar they were and how they said that presented its own problems - she was obviously thinking alot about compatibility. We made it home about 5am or something, she's flossing in the living room. I want her to come to bed and chat with me and chill. Obviously I'm not reading the signs very well, but I think I barely said anything. I sat down next to her at some point, hands in my lap, and all I remember is that she starts screaming "I need space, I need space, I need space." I'm like whoa, OK, kinda frozen. I think I ask her to breathe. Instead she picks up a chair and smashes it on the floor. Shortly after that we managed to agree she could have the bedroom and I would sleep on the sofa. We've been doing space ever since. She's moved out now to a 1 month sublet. It seems she felt I was not understanding her again and questioning why she was planning to stay at a friend's the next day, which I'm really sure I wasn't, and if I was I really did not mean to.
The chair thing was 2 and a bit weeks ago now. Last week she was still around the house for a bit and she came to me quite a lot for comfort, so long as I let her come to me. We had sex before she left on Thursday night. She's come back to get her things today, Monday. I've asked for clarification on what's happening and she's got really upset that I don't know we're breaking up.
This is a lot right? I guess most relationships wouldn't survive this. I've pulled on a lot of her triggers - trust issues, the physical violation. Even so I'm still pretty confused. Obviously I'm still bargaining right now, looking for reasons she might come back. I've made some mistakes but are they like unforgivable? I love her so much, it's so difficult to see her like this. Obviously I just want to take care of her but she's protecting herself by running away from me.
Anyway, the big crisis happened when she came home at 7am on a Friday morning while I'm on my way to work, having stayed out all night unplanned. Bear in mind she'd missed two weeks of therapy and had gone to see her friend who just had an abortion on Thursday night. She told me she had a threesome and my immediate, fairly calm reaction was "So when are you moving out" which immediately set her off. She went a bit wild, was throwing things. At some point I restrained her briefly with a hug - I was freaking out for sure, but I was also thinking she can't go outside like that, she'll get sectioned. She struggled, I let go. Now I know she remembers this as me telling her to "get out of the house immediately" then pinning her down. She uses my reaction to the threesome of her primary example of why we're not compatible, at least she does when she's activated.
Fast forward two months, things are pretty good Ithink. I'm feeling closer than ever to her and I'm pretty sure she's feeling the same. I thought we got past this threesome event amazingly, though obviously we didn't entirely - she remembers and feels everything, sometimes all at once. We really love each other alot so I guess that helped. Since then I've hardly moved my arms from my sides if we've been disagreeing, I've been calm and I've tried to de-escalate. I guess I'm just realizing now that I do often try to explain myself in disagreements instead of validating.
Then we had this really stressful plane ride home, delayed for hours. She's a smokaholic so planes are always extrastressful. On the plane I told her that I'd texted our flatmate about this graffiti she'd done on the freshly painted communal landing - a neighbour texted me complaining which I found frustrating, so I messaged the flatmate. It helped me not be annoyed at A. Problem is I once had a thing for this flatmate before I got with A, and A has never accepted my explanation that me and flatmate are now just goodmates (she wants me to be honest apparently, which would be telling her I want to be with the flatmate or something like that, which is not true!). Flatmate and I do discuss our respective partners with each other as well as house issues, but really there's no sexual chemistry or romance or flirting there. I told her this after I hid my phone - hiding the phone screen is just like a pattern I've learned from young to protect myself a bit. She saw me do it and I blurted out straight away about the flatmate graffiti text as I knew it was important, even though that wasn't even what I was hiding, which was much less important and I told her about that shortly afterwards as well.
So she's annoyed about that, it's all very stressful, but we're OK. Then we get to the last train ticket barrier and I've booked slightly the wrong train and the guard is being an asshole about it. I get fed up and just push through the barrier - I know, not a great look. Then I called back to A that she should come through too and she said no, I should go. So I did. Man she dealt with it really well but I set her off outside the station by trying to explain myself like an idiot. She has anxiety over this because she got arrested last year for kicking a police officer allegedly after getting drunk and angry on a bus in the middle of the night. Now she has a criminal record and that might make her immigration stuff difficult. So yeah she was upset I put her in that situation and I agree that was a stupid thing to do, but I will say she's totally fine smoking a spliff outside the airport and is exactly the type of person who would have jumped a barrier before the arrest thing.
Over the next couple of days we're OK - gave her amassage, we were loving, we talked a bit. Until Saturday night (we came home on Tuesday). She went out with some friends after work, a couple. She kept going on about how similar they were and how they said that presented its own problems - she was obviously thinking alot about compatibility. We made it home about 5am or something, she's flossing in the living room. I want her to come to bed and chat with me and chill. Obviously I'm not reading the signs very well, but I think I barely said anything. I sat down next to her at some point, hands in my lap, and all I remember is that she starts screaming "I need space, I need space, I need space." I'm like whoa, OK, kinda frozen. I think I ask her to breathe. Instead she picks up a chair and smashes it on the floor. Shortly after that we managed to agree she could have the bedroom and I would sleep on the sofa. We've been doing space ever since. She's moved out now to a 1 month sublet. It seems she felt I was not understanding her again and questioning why she was planning to stay at a friend's the next day, which I'm really sure I wasn't, and if I was I really did not mean to.
The chair thing was 2 and a bit weeks ago now. Last week she was still around the house for a bit and she came to me quite a lot for comfort, so long as I let her come to me. We had sex before she left on Thursday night. She's come back to get her things today, Monday. I've asked for clarification on what's happening and she's got really upset that I don't know we're breaking up.
This is a lot right? I guess most relationships wouldn't survive this. I've pulled on a lot of her triggers - trust issues, the physical violation. Even so I'm still pretty confused. Obviously I'm still bargaining right now, looking for reasons she might come back. I've made some mistakes but are they like unforgivable? I love her so much, it's so difficult to see her like this. Obviously I just want to take care of her but she's protecting herself by running away from me.