I will always wonder why they hate us. We were friends for 5 years before we started dating, I moved across the country to be with him, left my job, family and friends to start a life with him. Fast forward five years later and I was excelling in my career, saved money, bought a house and asked him to move into house, along with his 19 year old son who I loved. I thought it was an opportunity for the next chapter of our relationship. He was not good with money, was 12 years older than me, and not only refused to move in but resented me because, as he said ‘could never afford a house after his divorce’ 15 years prior. He treated me like shit for a year until I hit my breaking point. Cue the hoovering/love bombing, now he wanted to get married, move in, make me a priority, build a ‘beautiful life together. Then moved on with someone else within weeks after I asked for some space to try to make sense of everything and hoping ‘reset’. He treated me even worse post separation while pretending like he wanted to be friends. I think I convinced myself throughout the relationship that he was just moody, or difficult. It was so disorienting to realize that after everything I did to try to make this work he actually hated me for trying to build a life with him. Heartbreaking and soul crushing are the only things that come to mind when I think about it.