The Hit and Run Accident

That's how I classify the break up. It was a hit and run accident. She hit and ran.

But, wasn't it always like that with her?

For our story, lets call her "Rain." I think it fits. It depicts an aspect of her personality or one of her personalities that was of a more risque, exhibitionist nature that wanted to be the center of attention.

So, Rain comes over, a week after our cruise, and ends it. Bam! Just like that. No talking about things. No discussing feelings, barriers, the future, etc. like normal people would. Just, it's over. "I don't want this anymore. I can't do this anymore. I am not sure how I feel about you anymore. I think I lost feelings for you. I lost a connection to you."

It was a broken record that kept playing again and again. 

I was shocked. Floored. What the hell? You promised me we would talk about things if it ever got to this? What is going on? She said that she did not see the relationship going further than what it was. She said she could not see us having a baby, living together, getting married. She was not sure if I was the one or even if I was, would I ever do it. She started to cry and shake while I talked with her. I knew she has been dealing with depression all her life. I know that she was without her medication that week for about four days. When we got back from the cruise, she went to work and things fell apart for her. She was stressed, tired, worn out, upset, depressed. Each day she did not want to see me, go out, etc. She just wanted to retreat home and stay there to unwind. I gave her that space. Then, Sunday happened.

The broken record.

How so?

Read on to the next post. I call it, the Honeymoon Stage from 5 years ago.