Hi. I'm nervous as hell about posting this... I keep thinking someone will work out who I am from it and things will get messy. But I need this off my chest.
Bear with me, I won't make much sense. But I'll start from the beginning.
It started when I met "some guy on the internet", through a game we both played. Things were just boring with my current boyfriend of the time and it was nice to have someone to chat with. It was completely innocent, just a friend to chat with... he was engaged to someone else at the time!
Then time passed, and we had become quite close. He was like my older brother and shoulder to cry on. I was so insecure and he was like my rock. Then he changed things, and revealed he had broken up with his finance and was in love with me. He knew that at that time things with my boyfriend were rough and coming to an end. He said that he found talking to me hard because he knew that I was with someone else and he couldn't have me.
I was at a loss, didn't know what to do. I didn't want to loss him. He was a harmless guy on the other side of the world (literally). Whats the worse that could happen. So I agreed to "date" him. Though we both thought online dating was sad. Things were pretty much the same when we were "dating". He would constant say how he would move over here as soon as he could, that we could live together. I took it all with a pinch of salt. But alas, it happened. This guy moved to England from the other side of the world, seemingly to be with "Me".
After a lot of hiccups we had a small flat near my parents house. My parents even helped me move my stuff to this flat. It was a nice flat. Nothing chavvy about it. My sister was furious at first... he is quite a bit older than me, and I act quite young (in a naive way, not an immature way). She met him, and accepted the relationship.
There I was in this flat, suddenly having to worry about housework and bills. But he paid for everything, and everything was good for a while. He didn't have a job, but he has savings and I continued to work. I stopped seeing my friends since college had ended and he hated me going out without him but never wanted to go out anywhere, but still saw people through work and I was relativly happy. But I was living with someone I hardly really knew. I felt pressured into everything. We rarely had sex because I made excuses and said it hurt etc. I could hardly bare him touching me at all.
Then, it was A level results day. A day I'd be waiting for for ages. Much to everyones surprise (since I never went to college) I got into my firm choice. I'd always wanted to go to university and was over the moon! But then come a dilemma... the "boyfriend" I had in tow. I had been looking at halls for ages, made my applications, got into the halls I wanted etc. I really wanted to go into halls. My parents were away at this point and we were house sitting and looking after the pets.
My boyfriend asked what I wanted to do... he suggested we get private accomdation near the university. At first I said halls. He blanked me for two days, and then started saying **** about going to work in Iraq with his uncle diffusing bombs. Saying the usual "i just want you to be happy, if its what you want then I'll call my uncle". Proper guilt tripping. I didn't think he could get private accomdation sorted out before uni started, especially considering I was a student with next to no income and he was a foreign national with no credit history etc. I agreed that if he got something sorted for us within two weeks, we'd go down the private accomdation route.
Amazingly, he found somewhere that we could get. At first my parents or sister were going to guarentor but then we paid 4 months up front with the premises of paying the remaining 2 months (of the 6 month lease) at the end of the first month. He promised me he'd get a job. That he'd look after me. That money wouldn't be an issue.
We moved in, and its a pretty nice place. I started uni, but really just didn't feel like I fitted in. Everyone made friends from their halls etc. I just knew two people on my course. I went out to a uni night, again without him, but knew nobody and am too shy to just make friends especially since i wasnt "allowed" to drink.
Everyone was in their hall tshirts, having a great time. I was lonely and depressed. As time passed, we still never went out, he still didnt have a job, and money was tight. The 2 months remaining rent hadn't be paid (they havent asked for it still). Luckily I had students loans, and overdraft to keep us going and I got a job and worked the weekends and days in the Xmas holidays. 4 months later he finally has a temp job, with fairly good pay.
We were meant to go out tonight, but ended up not and he didnt understand when I got upset when 10 minutes after we were meant to live, he turned around and say we werent going after all.
Things like housework are a nightmare. He refuses to do anything except cooking. And then most nights he wants fish n chips, take away etc. He moans at me constantly about the front room being a mess (which it is) but he doesn't understand that between my job and university i dont have much spare time. Sex life is still non existant. I keep him happy with a hand job every other day or so.... i dont want a sex life with him. We still never go out.
I look at the other students with their friends and halls. Every time I have to walk 20 minutes to campus I can feel my self hating him. I'm living with someone I can barely stand. He's arrogant, and thinks he is so cool and just mister right, can never do anything wrong.
I feel so trapped. All the time I think I leaving him. There are spaced in halls, but theres so many problems. Theres the financial side of things... all our money is in the same account, I don't even know what money is mine etc. We probably have put the same amount of money into things (the money he spent at the start before uni, and the money i have put into it now at uni). Not too mention he did move to this country just for me! He has no friends/family here, no where he could go. Everything here is basically mine except things like his clothes and cooking stuff that he bought.
We always say to each other that we love the other. I dont know if I do love him.
God, I have no idea what the **** to do. I'm so incredibly unhappy. I am hating university. I feel like I have no friends. I'm struggling on my course because of all the other commitments to work and stuff.
This isn't what I expected from university at all. I wanted to go out and party, get drunk loads have casual sex! I'm half joking there. I didnt want to have a mile trek to university every day in my first year. I just want a normal student life. I feel so trapped and unhappy... i dont feel like i can talk about it at all with him. I don't think he is happy, but he hasnt said anything.I wanted uni to be a new me, new experiances meeting new people. but its been just like college.
theres so much i havent put into here. i just dont know how to write it all down. I feel so lost. all of this and i still dont want to hurt him. i have no idea what to do.