The first couple of months of our relationship were magical. I had never felt so happy; we just wanted to spend every minute together. About three months in, he began to grow jealous and possessive of me, while also letting his low self-esteem show: saying he was not good enough for me, I deserved better and he did not deserve to be happy. Some nights when we were laying in bed, he would for no reason get into a really bad mood and would pull away from me, wouldn't answer me, or let me touch him. A couple of times he punched the wall. One night in particular, we were talking about love and he told me he was questioning what love really is. He was the first to say I love you, and he would say it ALL THE TIME. Now he's telling me he doesn't even know what it means? The next morning he was cold and distant, and when he left I kissed him and told him I loved him, but he could not say it back, but could the day before. He was supposed to come over that night and starts texting me saying he needs space from me. I get a call several hours later, at 2am, it was him saying he's stupid and doesn't know what he's doing, and he came over right away. While waiting for him to arrive he sends me a text message, "I love you baby"
Things were [seemingly] good for a week until he sends me a texting one Monday morning saying he wanted to come over and talk that night. I was a nervous wreck all day, knowing what was coming. He broke up with me and had no reason, and in the middle of it he said he wasn't sure if this is what he wanted and maybe we should give it time. He began to pull me close to him and he said he wanted to be with me. We slept together, and the next morning he showers without me and he ends up breaking up with me in my dorm hallway, he just left me there crying. No reasons. Two days or no contact, and I get a FB message saying he's stupid, he misses me so much and wants to see me. Two days later, we're back together. I didn't fully understand why it happened but I missed him.
The night before our six-month, I give him a cute gift of 50 reasons why I love him or whatever. He reads them and says hes sad because again, he doesn't know what love is. We talk for a little while, and 20 minutes later he's saying "you're showing me what love is, I love you." He becomes distant over the next couple weeks, then breaks up with me again. I'm devastated; I thought it was over for good. A week later, I wake up to 3 text messages from him. I ignore them for a couple days, and we talk on the phone for two hours. He said he was miserable but he was supposed to be acting happy and single. We meet the next night, July 4th. I stay at his house for 3 nights, he is all about me and showering me with love all over again.
Less than a month later, I had a really bad UTI [I get them chronically] and he came to take care of me b/c I was in immense pain. He was so caring and sweet. I don't hear from him for several days and when I call him, I can already tell what's going on by the tone of his voice. Two days later, he comes to my house to break up with me. Again, in the middle of it he begins to change his mind about it. He agrees to give it time, and again we sleep together. The next morning he says he's feels ashamed, that he can't be in a relationship, just throws out every excuse. We talk for several hours, getting no where. He gets very cold towards the end and says he needs a week to think. I don't hear from him, so I text him. I get no real answer. Three days later, he texts me and says he misses me a lot and wants to get me first thing in the morning. I told him no, I had plans so he could wait a week.
We reunite once again and everything is great for a while, he tells me he just wants to focus on "loving me"; then as soon as I was diagnosed with depression, he disappeared for a week. Didn't show up for 2 things we had planned, didn't contact me. He then tells me he just needed space, and was sorry and he felt like he didn't want to be with someone who's sad. Three weeks later, we're done again, and this time he does it over a text message. I tell him "then don't come back this time" and all he responds is "ok, bye." A few days later, he asks to get his things and I was cold about it b/c I was so hurt. We see each other weeks later, I yell at him and get all my anger out, then he begins telling me he feels so sad when he wakes up in the morning; I comfort him and a week later we're back together.
He is a pot smoker, or he used to be [three weeks no smoking] He got caught smoking pot at work and was fired. It was after that point that things spiraled with us. We see each other on Christmas and all is well. One morning, he acts as though I'm not even there, I keep asking what is wrong. Finally he says that he was acting that way to see how I would react b/c he thinks he can get away with anything with me, so essentially to make me angry. He says I need more self-respect/confidence. I get very offended; then he begins breaking up with me. He's crying, I'm crying, and I leave with him saying "let's give it time"....we know how that ends. 3 days later he says it isn't working, he says his fear keeps driving him away and he can't stop it. He won't take my calls to explain anything to me. Finally I block him on FB and he freaks out and comes to see me the next day, we talk and decide to be friends. This guy could not get rid of me fast enough, and as soon as we agree to be friends, he texts me more than he did before, asks to see me, and would drive 45 minutes up and back to pick me up 3 times in 1 week., which he absolutely hates doing. He acts JUST as if we are still together, calling me baby and saying I'm his man, being very affectionate and gets angry and assumes I'm talking to random guys. He tells me that he really things we could work things out once he's "not so f****d up" and this prospect makes me happy. I get very confused, and confront him about it. He tells me I'm crazy for thinking I was going to get him back by being friends and that our "friendship" just meant sex to him. I feel meaningless. I spent over a year supporting this man, holding him when he cries and I don't understand why he's upset and it frightens me. He says we can't be friends anymore and blocks ME on facebook; I have not heard from him since Thursday when he dropped me off at home. Could he have BPD? He had unstable relationships with his past girlfriends, even cheated on the last one, which he claims really destroyed him.
We've stopped talking at times but he's never gone so far as to block me...I can't believe things ended like they did, and I'm scared that this time he won't come back. I don't necessarily want to be back with him, but I feel like I still have no explanation, he is ALWAYS contradicting himself. He told me I am the only one he trusts to talk to,that I'm the only one who knows him so well and cares. But I'm the one who gets treated like a yo-yo? I'm at the end of my rope, I cannot hold up someone who doesn't even want to help themselves....he told me he is going to get help. Will he be back?
