Bbucko
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She is being melodramatic and ridiculous.
I agree. I was in a *constantly high drama* relationship with a guy throughout my later 20s (just over four years: 25-29), and through all the strains, the fabulously good times and the grudge-fucks (which we both enjoyed), there was always a tone of oppression within the relationship. That tone came from his side, not mine at all.
Long story short, I'd had an absolutely hellish day at work which happened to coincide with Valentine's Day. Though we'd made plans, I was feeling cranky, overworked and thoroughly abused; the only thing I was good for that night was going home, brooding in solitude and going to bed early.
As this was way before the age of text messages, I told him over the phone that I simply did not have it within me to be social at all. What I needed was to reassess my (work) priorities and get some rest. He just wouldn't get it.
Instead, he found a great chance to tell me once again how much I sucked. We broke up that night, to our mutual relief. Granted: the relationship had been treading water for months, but I don't think that I ever felt quite as free as that February 14 when he finally "chose" to dump me.
We did, however, eventually pick up the threads of our friendship, and remained close confidants for years afterward. Some relationships just evolve away from sexual intimacy, that's all.