So around 3am or so last night my girlfriend and I broke up. She's been acting a little funny for the past month or so and after living together for over two years, I know her pretty well. We were laying in bed, both on our laptops. I looked over and said, "you're tired of me huh?" There was a pause... and that's where it all started... or... ended?
Her excuse was the one that every male dreads. "It's not you, it's me!" Ya, that whole bull****. She says she feels like she's not going anywhere in life and subconsciously she uses me as a comfort zone.
So, later that morning after no sleep I called up a friend who then helped me move my stuff out of the house. I'm living back at home with mom for now... lame. Granted, I'm only 19 but really taking a step back was the last thing I wanted to do.