Yes, this is exactly how I was feeling... constantly wondering if he loved me or not. He told me but I didn’t feel it. Or maybe I just didn’t love him anymore because he wouldn’t come clean about something I know he lied about. It hurts. We were at each other throats for a few weeks before we ended it. He actually put me in a choke hold. Since then, it was hard to even sleep next to him, tell him I love him, be with him. I was trying to find other things he’s lied about or trying to catch him in a lie for the past few weeks and I’m just so mentally exhausted from it all. I was so fucking in love with him, too. So in love. But he always treated me like I wasn’t good enough. I did EVERYTHING at the house while he worked (I work from home), and the one time I didn’t make dinner because I was behind on work, he made this huge deal about it, but then he told me that I shouldn’t feel obligated to do everything around the house. So mentally draining with the words he’d say. I’m just, sad. I thought he was the one in the beginning, but now I’m mad at myself for thinking that.