Thanks for the sympathies, guys.
Unfortunately, the house is in her name. So are the vehicles. When we started out, she had funds from after her mother passed away. Plus we were seventeen so it was easiest at the time to put the house under her name and have her father co-sign on stuff and "pay" the bills until she was eighteen. She has every legal right to force me out. Not all at once - I think you have to give someone a month to make arrangements - but regardless. I left. I don't want to see her.
She doesn't want to talk. I can only come to the conclusion she's been planning this for a while. She always said she'd go get the proper paperwork to put the house under my name as well and she never did. She never even changed her last name.
It makes me sick to wonder how long this has been going on. And why. Was I not enough? Do I just suck that bad that she had to leave me all at once?
nThinking about it, it makes a bit of sense. She's that type of person. She can change her entire life in one day without feeling any remorse or giving a fuck about anyone else. When we first started living together, we were still in high school. She just abruptly left her home and left her father and decided she needed to go. Nothing more. Now she's done it to me. She's searching for something she apparently didn't find with me. I think she's got some serious issues she refuses to deal with, and a hole in her heart he can't fill. So she searches. So she alters her life here and there. And when it doesn't fill that hole, she changes something else. I just never thought it would escalate to this.
I keep thinking she'll change her mind. I actually passed her in the car on my way to my folks' house. I know she's back at my old home by now, and I didn't exactly leave it in a nice state. And yet, she's still to much of a coward to say a word to me.
I'm just so torn up. I can't keep food down.
All I want to do is sleep. I told work I wasn't coming in for a while. Everyone at home keeps rubbing my back and hugging me and telling me it'll be okay but it doesn't ease my pain. I feel like I need to run away in any direction but I know that won't help me escape the pain. I just...my entire life is disintegrated. She was my first and only love, the only person I've ever known completely. We've shared so many experiences. And she just left. Few words. Not even spoken. She just decided it was time for me to go. It's like a nightmare. I just don't understand.
Shit is definitely going down. Fuck. Damn. Fuck.
You have your family and friends to rub your back and say "everything is going to be fine". Both you and me know that "no, it won't be for a while".
Get rest. Get up. Don't let this shit get into your head. You got fucked. SO WHAT. It's more important to not get fucked in future.
Don't trust people. Never, ever. They are mostly bunch of fucking
rapists waiting for you to bend over. Get everything legal, signed on paper.
If someone will ever want to help you, accept it. Holy crap, you are really going to need that. Don't be all "No, I'll handle it myself."
It's all about making sure that one year later, you will laugh on this shit instead of crying about this shit.