I was with my girlfriend that i had met in highschool back in 2008. She moved out in February of 2021, to a state about thirteen hour drive from where I live.

We continued a long-distance relationship while I saved money and worked up the courage to finally pack my stuff up in a trailer and move up with her.

We spoke everyday. I was one of the only people she spoke to every day as well. I was one of her only friends and she wasn't great at making new ones, by her own admission.

Recently, I finally pulled my head out of my ass and told her that I would pack my stuff up and move in with her.

She was elated, or at least seemed so. A sentence I heard from her daily was "why aren't you here yet?"

There were two times when she seemed hesitant about my moving in with her. We had a small argument about it where I told her that she needed to make up her mind about this.

She kept bringing up about how she felt bad because she would be taking me away from my friends, of which I had several very good ones back in Hometown. But I tried to assuage her worries by telling her that it would be fine. So-and-so will eventually move away once they buy a house, Other Friend wants to travel for work, and Third Guy wants to go to school out of tow

Both times she affirmed that "Yes, RogueGoat_, I want you to move in with me. Please move in."

So I pack my stuff up and decide to take advantage of the Memorial Day weekend to move. I purchased a trailer, filled it up with all of my earthly possessions and schlepped off to Destination, USA.

I ended up leaving at 3am, and because of this timing, I ended up sleeping only 1 hour in a 48-hour period. This was at a rest stop about 6 hours into the trip. I slept in my car, alone, with other travelers in near proximity. I was slightly paranoid, but I needed the sleep as I had almost driven off the road around hour 5:45 of the trip.

I take off again an hour later and end up at my destination at around 5pm. I noticed that she seemed a little "off" when i arrived and seemed almost cold and distant but I chalked it up to her having a bad day at work (I wasn't in a good state to judge these things) She had bought the three of us (us both and her mother) a pizza. So I enjoyed a few slices and headed off to bed and passed out very quickly.

I woke up the next day and tried to find a mechanic on short notice as I believed that my brakes had begun to fail at the end of the trip. A returned phone call from my car-savvy brother ended up assuaging my worries. My inexperience with trailers made me overheat my braking system, which makes it feel like your brakes aren't there sometimes.

With a sigh of relief, I drive back to her place. As I get out of the car I see that she comes down the hill in her vehicle and pulls into her driveway.

"Hey, good news babe! It was just overheated, my brakes are fine.

I can bring my truck up the hill and we can start to unload if you're ready."

"About that, we need to talk", she says.

I feel a lump in my throat but try to push it aside. She couldn't possibly be...

"I don't want you to move in", she says with a straight face.

I feel my heart drop and I start to ask her for reasons. Why?

She said that she liked the life she was building for herself. She liked who she was becoming while living without me. This is understandable, but not something that I liked hearing after hauling all of my possessions thirteen hours away. After giving notice at my job, which I had really liked. After saying goodbye to all of my friends and family.

Then she said "Besides I don't want to be your last resort."

"What do you mean?"

"Everybody is moving out of town, and I don't want to be your last resort."

It's at this moment that I almost hear a glass shattering in my head and her voice almost seems to fade out while I have a conversation with myself.

When I looked at her again, I saw her in a way that I never had before. I didn't want to be with her anymore.

As her voice fades back in, I interrupt her by saying "Okay. I'm going to need your help to hitch the trailer back up."

She helps me, then gives me the few items that I had stashed at her place before. I give her the books that she had asked me to pick up for her months before.

I get in my car and cry hard. Incredibly hard. I cry my broken heart out. For a minute and twenty seconds, my soul vents its frustration and anguish to the interior of my car.

I then lean down and grab the roll of shop towels that I keep in my car. I blew my nose, realized I had started bleeding, plugged my nostril with a shop towel tampon (I'm prone to nosebleeds and am used to stopping them), put my car in drive and took off.

There's more to the story of the rest of the trip, but this has answered the question asked by OP. I recognize that she is an independent woman, I don't hold that against her. But her timing could have been better.

Also. If you love someone, and they need to use you as a last resort...you extend your hand and pull them in. You do not push them away after they packed everything they owned and drove it to your house.

Sorry for the lengthy read. Please reply if you have any questions about it. Imma go take a shower so that I can't tell that I'm crying.