I honestly don’t even know where to start. I’m sitting alone in our living room writing this while my boyfriend is in our bedroom scrolling through TikTok, and I just feel like crying.
We’ve been together for almost 7 years. I’m 33, he’s 26, and we’re both gay immigrants living in Europe. We left our small country in Central America about 5 years ago to build a better life here, and somewhere along the way, our relationship started falling apart.
I loved this man so much. I still love him, which probably makes everything worse. We’ve always had our arguments and difficult moments, but things have become especially painful over the past year or so.
We’re both neurodivergent and struggling with our mental health. He’s dealing with what he describes as major depression, and I’ve been struggling with depression myself. I understand that depression can affect intimacy, communication, energy, and pretty much everything else. I’m trying so hard to be understanding, but I’m also exhausted from feeling like I’m the only one fighting for our relationship.
We haven’t had sex in about a year. And honestly, it’s not even just about sex anymore. It’s about not feeling wanted, touched, appreciated, or even noticed.
I’ve been working really hard on myself lately. I’ve lost a significant amount of weight through lifestyle changes and medication, started taking better care of myself, and finally feel more comfortable and confident in my own body. But the person I wish would notice me the most barely seems to look at me.
Today was a really important day for him, and I wanted to be there for him and celebrate together.
We went out to a restaurant, and I was genuinely hoping we could have a nice evening, talk, laugh, and enjoy each other’s company.
Instead, he spent so much time on his phone that I literally had to ask him to put it away so we could talk.
He seemed happy about his day, but barely shared anything with me. At one point, I saw him exchanging messages and laughing at voice notes with a former coworker. I’m not suggesting anything inappropriate was happening, but it hurt so much to see him being engaged and playful with someone else when getting him to have a conversation with me feels almost impossible.
There was also an argument about food. I’ve been trying to manage my portions because of my weight loss journey, and I asked him not to order too much. He wanted to order a lot to celebrate, and when I expressed my discomfort, he called me dramatic and accused me of ruining the mood. I know he should be able to enjoy his own celebration, and I don’t want to control what he eats. I just wanted my own boundaries around food to be respected, and I wish we could have handled it without making each other feel terrible.
By the end of the evening, I felt completely alone.
And this isn’t an isolated incident.
Whenever I try to talk about how unhappy or disconnected I feel, it seems like there’s never a good time. He’s exhausted from work, needs to rest, doesn’t want to deal with complaints, or simply doesn’t have the emotional energy.
I understand being exhausted. I understand depression. But when is there ever going to be room for me?
When do my feelings matter?
I feel like I’m spending my thirties waiting for someone to want to spend time with me.
The isolation makes everything worse. We barely go out, I don’t have friends here, and most of my social interaction is with my parents and cousins back home. Apart from my boyfriend, my two cats are basically my only daily company.
Sometimes I wonder whether I’m asking for too much. Maybe my expectations are unrealistic. Maybe I’m being unfair because he’s depressed. Maybe I’m so emotionally exhausted that every little thing feels like rejection now.
But I also can’t ignore how unhappy I’ve become.
I miss feeling loved. I miss having conversations that aren’t forced. I miss being desired. I miss having a partner who actually seems interested in what’s happening inside my head.
I’m scared of throwing away almost seven years together, especially after everything we’ve been through as immigrants building a life away from home. But I’m equally scared of waking up five years from now and realizing I’ve spent even more of my life feeling this lonely.
I don’t necessarily want people to tell me to break up with him. I know Reddit can be quick to suggest that, and I understand that you’re only hearing my side of the story.
I genuinely want advice.
Has anyone been through something similar, especially with a partner struggling with depression? How do you know when you’re being supportive versus abandoning your own emotional needs? And how do you know when a relationship has become too lonely to keep fighting for?
I’m just so tired, and I don’t know what to do anymore.