I think it all started when I came back to Italy and we started living together - before that I was away, doing my own thing while he did (or, well, didn't) do his, and we only saw each other occasionally.
Maybe I made a mistake when I first invited him to move into my house. I should have let him keep living with his parents till he felt ready to move out on his own. He kept telling me that he was waiting for me to come back so we could live together and share expenses, so I thought it was a good idea.
As for the living together... I guess I shouldn't have taken on all the responsibilities, shouldn't have acted like a mother. It felt natural because I was used to it and it was my house after all.
I'm not really sure what else went wrong. I was working a lot and dealing with a lot of crap and he was working and doing his thing as usual. I gues... I don't know, maybe we should have talked about the future, tried to figure out what he wanted, where he wanted things to go. I doubt he would have known what to reply, but he obviously needed time to grow into his own person since he'd never done it. I just assumed he had, though, and I'm not sure I could have seen what was going on in his head.
I'm not really sure what to answer. I was going on with my life and growing, and I thought he was doing the same, but instead I was leaving him behind more and more. And now I was ready for a step and he was a mile behind.
I guess maybe if I wasn't so used to doing everything I might have seen what was wrong sooner? But I honestly don't know what I could have done differently.
What do you think?
Me: 26, BF: 33, R: 9yrs Bomb dropped April 17th 2014 Currently No Contact
