We ended up breaking it off today. Though, I guess it was me that decided it, even though he knows that was eventually going to be the outcome anyway. We didn't even really get to try. We hadn't seen each other for three months. His work schedule just made it that much harder. Even during the non-busy season, he works 7 days a week, never takes days off until he works himself sick and is forced to. Right now, in the busy season, we talk in the morning on the phone when we wake up and then I don't hear from him until he gets home at 9-10pm, sometimes later. There's not really much point to me trying to move up there when I'd still barely get to spend time with him, and then still end up being alone on the weekends, except now I'm in an unfamiliar place that I hate.
I just can't handle the waiting. Maybe I'm just too needy, but every day he comes home and he knows that I'm there, but for me I spend the whole day just waiting. I'm so happy when I'm with him, but all I'm getting is whatever's left of him at the end of the day. I feel so guilty and so selfish, but I just can't handle knowing that we'd get just a few times a year where we could just spend a day and relax together, much less anything else. But cutting his hours just isn't feasible, closing the stores would be a long process and his father's health is failing and he can't just pack up and leave him. I understand, it's just fucking frustrating. I've really, really tried to just be happy with how things have been, but I can't and the waiting and the uncertainty has just been fueling my depression again and just driving me insane.
As usual, I don't know what the right thing to do is. He just wants me to be happy and he'll have me in whatever way he can and if that means just being friends again then he'll still be grateful for that. I don't know why I couldn't have just been happy with that, too.