It's hard to tell this story but I'm going to. I met someone through a friend I had for many years. I trusted her opinion and thought she cared about my future and well being enough not to set me up with a total d bag. I agreed to meet at her house for a casual meet me dinner.
I met him our eyes locked and our date was sealed we went on a first date and had instant chemistry. I was on cloud nine. I fell more and more in love wih this person that the thought of spending my life with him made me happy. I felt excitement.
Time went on and we spent a lot of time together doing fun things. We decided to move in together. It was great we bought a new bed and began our life.
He had just bought a duplex and it needed to be remodeled so I got on my scubs and helped him remodeled every bit of it from top to bottom day after day for months and years on end. I even hired family free of charge to help him remodel his home. He needed two central air conditioners and new furnces for the place. Who came to help on that? Me! I had a connection where he could get a really good deal on these conditioners and furnaces. I even gave him a couple thousand dollars to help out. He told me that by me helping out it was an "investment" for my future.
Prior to us remodeling we found out we were pregnant. He was so happy, I was happy. Then. We lost the baby. Things changed with him. He grew distant.
I still continued to give my all because I was devoted to him heart and soul.
We lived our lives summer and winter and then summer again, as we reached fall he looked at me and said I love you you're my soul mate. We bonded and were happy.
That next week he grew distant again on Friday of that last week he stopped talking to me. Wouldn't say anything. He didn't come home that Friday after work and refused to call or answer any calls.
I went out to take a drive I come home about 10pm and he is in bed. I come to his bed side for him to say. " I want you to move out ".
Instantly my heart sank I felt sick I couldn't think. I began to cry and he got up put his coat on and left. He refused to speak to me for days. I just wanted to know why.
Finally a week later he agreed to see me. I ran into his arms thinking he still had love for me but he was cold, withdrawn & not hurting at all. It was like it didn't bother him one bit.
I got to packing my stuff. I got to my last box put he tape on it and turned to him with tears in my eyes as he leaned casually on the counter, I said
" I feel like I won't see you again." He didn't say anything he just looked at me. I turned to the door walked out. And to his day he has never said one word to me. He just ended it like he was amputating an arm. No heart no love just cold.