Here we go.

J and I were together for two years, lived together for six months and that's where things went slightly down hill. We never did argue, and if we did it was handled in an honest and genuine adult manner (no abuse here), we made each other laugh, we were opposites then not so opposite (he's a shy jock/triathlete, I'm a athletic tattooed nerd) with many things in common. A year and some change into the relationship we moved to another state together, proceeded to take a month apart. During that month, I worked at my new job full time six days a week, and he worked off and on during which he DID sleep with a girl and I found out about it weeks later after he broke off all contact and we were still together. That was his wild streak, I forgave him that's done and over with (yes he gave me HPV from choosing to do that but we won't discuss that..) since we 'got back together' we moved into a crappy, uninspiring studio together while we were supposed to be finding a bigger and better place. Yes, he made more money than I did but I helped out where I could. I did laundry, cooked, and cleaned, etc., like a good girlfriend and awesome wifey material should. 

A week before Christmas I seen where he had drunkenly texted a woman that he was interested (supposedly he never was interested and she HONESTLY must've had a genuinely amazing personality) and then promptly said he wasn't happy and we should break up and he didn't want to do it then but it had to happen. He said he felt suffocated, unhappy, and didn't want a 24/7 relationship, so he proceeded to get his own apartment and is moving out the end of this month while I'm finding my own place and he's promised to pay two months rent for me for the inconvenience. We are sincerely best friends, we can talk about anything and everything without getting mad, we don't judge each other, etc. it's perfect. Even as best-friends with benefits now, we talk more and do more and we both seem happy.

While he's approaching 31 and wants kids, I also want children due to health reasons before I can officially not have them without help and stress attached. It just baffles me how a relationship can go from perfect (with me cooking, cleaning, doing whatever, etc.) to him being this way. Part of me does think that he's depressed with his body and in this crappy apartment (he's handsome but he has gained a few pounds) while I'm this tiny little happy thing. He still came over to my parents house a state away for Christmas and bought me a gift that I've been wanting for weeks and it isn't inexpensive either. While his words and actions don't match up.. part of me is hoping that it'll work with us living apart for awhile.