After we graduated college, I figured my boyfriend of a year, Ian, and I would be taking the next step. I didn’t think we would get married or anything but I figured we would at least start thinking about a place together or something. I first brought up the question of where we were going when our last semester started. Ian told me that it was way too early to start thinking about stuff like that and that he just wanted to enjoy his last semester of college, without having to think about the “real world.” I was fine with giving it some time but I didn’t want to sit around indefinitely.
A week before finals, we were having lunch and I brought up a few apartment listings that I had come across. I told him that we should go check them out together, but as he usually does, he tells me that he was too busy with stuff to go. I was frustrated to say the least and it ended up ruining our lunch. He was distant for the next few days. Graduation day came and went and still nothing on his end. I started looking for jobs and a place in the Seattle area, still in the dark about our next move. One weekend in July, Ian and I were out together and he drops the bomb that he is planning on moving to Los Angeles with two of his friends at the end of the summer. What? So I was supposed to uproot my entire life now? Nope! He never intended for me to go. He told me that they had talked about moving down that way for a while, and now that they all had degrees and some money saved, they thought now would be the best time. I was shocked, angry and hurt all at once! He had kept me stringing along about where we were going, all while considering a major move to L.A.! And the worst part was that he didn’t even want me there! He said that he wanted to take some time to really be on his own and get settled. Yea, him with his two loser friends is really getting out there on his own!
As his moving day got closer, I got angrier. He couldn’t stop me from going if I wanted to, so I told him that I might make the move a few months later. He acted like it was the worst idea in history, and that is when I told him that either we make a move together or loses me if he leaves on his own. He didn’t even flinch. He just said that we weren’t going to make it and that we were through. It was like our relationship meant nothing compared to his empty dreams of la la land!