My best friend of the last decade moved to Washington to be with his girlfriend (with my blessing and honestly pushing.)
Spoiler: Warning: Dead Dog Story
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Then my girlfriend called me to tell me her roommates dog had passed away and they needed help burying it. So I dropped my day and came over. The roommate drove off after telling me where she wanted it buried and came back once the deed was done.
My girlfriend and her roommate are very nearly incapable of physical labor due to disabilities, so I knew I was going to do most of it myself. What I didn't know is that the Great Pyrenees had not died that day, or even the day before. It was rotting and being 150 pounds I had to dig a big grave for it. So I hauled its rotting body out of its kennel and across the farm to where it was going to be buried (all in the rain) and got done in time for the roommate to come back. The smell was so bad neither of them could come close to it without puking, so even more for me.
Then friday my phone fell down a two story staircase and shattered on my way to watch my parent's house while they went on vacation. I got there and set up, my girlfriend was supposed to stay there with me as it was our anniversary.
She was sick for three days while I cared for her, then on the last day (4th of July) she informed me in the morning that she needed to go take care of her roommate who was "crying alone at home." So I drove her back to find that the roommate was not actually there, so my reservations for the day were dropped for no reason, and my girlfriend went to take a nap.
In the entire time we dated her roommate had only failed to insert herself into our time together twice, both times when I had taken my girlfriend out of town and the roommate could not physically get involved. This had been a major source of friction between us, and at this point I was basically nuclear.
There were larger issues with the relationship that I had been pushing down. My girlfriend only ever liked half of me, and spent a lot of the relationship trying to curb the other part. I had to be soothing, quiet, and none-confrontational or it would make her worried I was going to leave the relationship. Being physically active, or the slightest bit excited or competitive, made her nervous. Being told to calm down and be quite constantly was grating, I had to watch everything I said or did to avoid tripping that line.
Any disagreement I made was either met with tears or sarcastic deflection, and eventually I had just checked out to prevent friction. This literally ranged the full spectrum of Marvel movie criticisms to feminism, and the slow removal of channels to communicate made me unaware how far it had gone. Since my girlfriend is sickly I spent much of our relationship performing chores and responding to disappointed requests (like spending time together outside her house or any activity but sitting on a couch) with "its okay, don't worry."
So when I found out that my girlfriend was once again ditching me to console her roommate I just kind of froze up. I drove her home, drove back to my parents and sat there feeling broken. Two days later I had worked out where things had fallen apart, and I drove back to her house to break up. I have never dumped someone before, it surprisingly hurts more then the other way around.
So now I am dating a gym for a while and try and regain my equilibrium.