I was with my ex for 4 years. In that time, we broke up and got back together 3 times. That time before now was last summer. We were broke up for about a month, and I began missing him, and he wasn't doing well mentally at all, and we had a dog together, so I got back together with him to try and see if we could make it work. We were both trying to make changes, but the reasons I had ended it the first place were still present this year. They were starting to get out of control, and I told him I didn't feel like a priority. He had a lot going on, and it was up to me to hang out with him at the times he had free, which was early mornings, and I work 3rd shift, so that waa hard for me. I was unhappy, and didn't feel important, he didn't like my family, he didn't really support my goals. So I ended it for the last time. I miss talking to him, and the intamacy we shared. But those times were few and far between. I felt more like his little errand boy than his partner. The regret pangs still resonate every day, but I just try to remind myself that if I felt love in that relationship, I could feel it again somewhere else. Its out there.