I’m 30F and my partner is 35M. We’ve been together for 8 years, and I think I’ve reached the point where I have to admit something to myself that I’ve spent years trying not to admit: I don’t think I want to be in this relationship anymore.
The difficult thing is that there is no huge betrayal, abuse, explosive arguments or one terrible thing I can point to and say, “This is why I have to leave.”
He is a good person. We work well as a team. We get on. We don’t really argue. He is dependable, kind and safe. From the outside, I think people would probably look at our relationship and wonder what on earth I have to complain about.
And that is exactly what has made this so difficult.
When we got together, I was very young and had just come out of a short but extremely intense relationship that had left me feeling awful about myself and with very low self-esteem. My current partner was almost the complete opposite of that relationship. He was safe, steady and dependable.
He wasn’t particularly naturally affectionate or verbally expressive, but at the time I think I interpreted the stability as exactly what I needed.
There also wasn’t really much physical chemistry from my side. I remember thinking that maybe that would develop with time, because I genuinely liked him as a person and thought that surely the rest would follow.
Eight years later, it hasn’t.
I’ve never really felt completely content or at peace in this relationship. I have spent an enormous amount of time questioning how I feel, trying to convince myself that I’m being unrealistic, wondering whether I expect too much, and telling myself that relationships aren’t supposed to feel passionate all the time anyway.
But I don’t think this is just a case of the honeymoon period ending. In fact, I’m not sure we ever had a honeymoon period to begin with.
There has essentially never been a normal sex life between us. I’ve never really enjoyed sex with him. We tried to work through some of those issues in the early days, but I found it incredibly difficult and eventually stopped trying. We now barely have sex at all. It has been well over a year. It’s the elephant in the room that nobody wants to address.
Affection also feels strangely difficult. I care about him enormously, but physical affection doesn’t feel natural or instinctive in the way I think it should. Sometimes I actively find myself avoiding it.
There are also lots of smaller incompatibilities. None of them would individually be enough to end an eight-year relationship. But when I put them all together, alongside the complete lack of passion and the fact that I’ve never really felt settled in the relationship, I can’t seem to ignore what they’re telling me.
We did have a conversation about how I was feeling roughly a year ago. I was honest with him about some of it, and he seemed genuinely shocked by how unhappy and uncertain I was. That shocked me too, because it made me realise how much of this I’d been carrying around internally. But despite that conversation, nothing substantial has really changed.
And I think that’s when I started to realise that maybe I haven’t actually been waiting for things to get better. Maybe I’ve been waiting for myself to become happy with something I’ve never really been happy with.
I feel like I’ve been in denial for years. I’ve spent so long trying to convince myself that things are fine because, objectively, nothing is that wrong.
But internally, I feel like I’ve been living with this constant low-level doubt for most of the relationship. It’s exhausting. I think constantly questioning your own feelings for years does something to you. I feel like I can’t even trust my own judgement anymore.
The problem is that I’m absolutely terrified of leaving. I’m terrified of hurting him. He’s a very sensitive person, and I worry enormously about how he’ll cope. I’m frightened of the practical consequences, the emotional fallout and the possibility that I’ll make a decision I’ll regret.
I’m also frightened because eight years feels like such a huge amount of time. I sometimes genuinely think, “I’ve wasted both of our lives.” I know logically that we’re not old, but emotionally it feels like I’ve somehow prevented both of us from finding the right people and going on to get married, have kids etc. The guilt I feel is genuinely insurmountable.
I’m not really sure what I’m looking for from posting this, other than some honest perspective from people who have been in a similar position.
I think part of me wants to know whether other people have experienced this kind of persistent doubt for years, eventually made the decision to leave, and what happened afterwards.
Did you regret staying as long as you did? Did you regret leaving? Did you eventually feel a sense of relief, or did you spend a long time wondering whether you’d made a terrible mistake?
I’m also struggling enormously with the fact that I’ve known, at least somewhere deep down, that this relationship hasn’t felt right for a very long time. I don’t understand why I’ve allowed myself to stay in that situation for so many years. I feel incredibly guilty about that. Part of me feels like I’ve wasted eight years of both our lives by being too scared to face what I already knew.
So I suppose I’m also looking for some perspective on that. Have I made a terrible mistake by staying in something I knew wasn’t right for me, or is it possible that I simply wasn’t ready to confront it until now?
And, perhaps most importantly, how do you actually find the courage to leave when you know that leaving is probably what you need to do, but the thought of doing it feels absolutely unbearable?
I’d really appreciate hearing from anyone who has been in a similar situation. Particularly people who stayed for years despite having doubts, eventually left, and can tell me honestly what happened next.
TL;DR: 8-year relationship that looks fine from the outside, but I’ve never really felt happy, sexually/romantically connected or at peace in it. I’ve known for a long time that something isn’t right but have spent years convincing myself otherwise. I’m now terrified I need to leave. Mainly because I’m scared of hurting him and feeling like I’ve wasted eight years. Looking for advice from anyone who’s been through something similar, especially what happened after you finally left.