Background: I live and work overseas and have been with my girlfriend for almost 2 years, and we"ve been living together for about a year in the apartment rented for me by my company. We met each other when I was in another city (her city) and a couple months later she came to my city. The original plan was for her to find a job here (as job prospects in smaller cities aren"t very great here, and I live in the capital) and then get her own place. In the meantime, she would stay with me. Obviously that never fully materialized. She got a job, but we continued living together cause it honestly was really nice.
At this moment she"s out, and I"m sitting here looking at plane tickets, seriously considering hopping on a plane before she comes home and dropping her and my job and returning to the states.
Let me explain:
Last night we went out with a some colleagues of mine, and two new, friends-of-friends showed up, who happened to be a married American guy and foreign girl. We"ve actually been talking about marriage in the future, so I was interested in this couple, because I thought they might have some insight into paperwork, visas, etc. so my colleagues and I were asking them questions about when, where they got married. At one point the guy asked my girlfriend and I if we were married, and I said no but that we were trying to get the paperwork in order to do it. After this I noticed my girlfriend was a lot quieter and not smiling much, which I figured was because she was tired after working all day, so we said good night and left.
As soon as we got on the street she flipped out about how the married couple were sitting and acting like they were better than her, and how they were laughing and mocking her because they were married but we aren"t, and that she"s a prostitute for living with me but not being married. I then made the biggest mistake in the history of mistakes by saying: "I didn"t see or feel any of that. On the contrary, they seem like a really nice couple." Then she accused me of not believing her, and how dare I defend this "bitch", this "slut", this "dirty monkey", and she even accused me of comparing her and this other girl, and suggested I preferred this other girl and wanted her more than my girlfriend.
If there is one thing I absolutely, 100% cannot stand in any people, let alone girls, is jealousy.
The argument continued pretty much all night, but I got her calmed down enough to the point where we were able to change the subject and talk normally and we went to sleep.
The next morning (today, Saturday), she woke me up and I noticed she was dressed for work, so obviously my first, immediate question was "Are you going to work?". Apparently this was the wrong thing to ask, because immediately she got pissed again, said I was cold and uncaring, and that all she wanted was for me to hug and kiss her when I woke up. I tried to explain to her that I asked a perfectly normal question, and I was a bit discombobulated having only just woken up, but she wouldn"t have any of it. There was lots of crying and arguing and then she went out to a pre-arranged appointment.
Just so you don"t think I"m jumping the gun by bailing on my work and her after one prolonged argument, here"s a bit more history.
A few days ago I came home from work and she was making dinner in the kitchen. I changed and then she asked me to wash the dishes in the sink. "Sure", I said. I often help her make dinner when I get home, I love to help out and I feel bad if she"s doing everything all the time. So I washed the dishes and I noticed her kind of looking at me, but I didn"t pay much attention to it. All through dinner she was practically silent, and I tried to keep normal conversation going, although at this time I realized something was up. Finally she exploded into a rant about how I don"t have to do something if I don"t want to, and that all she wants is a little help, and that she doesn"t force me to do things.
She claimed when I was washing the dishes I had an "unsatisfied" look on my face, and that for the past few days I had been walking around in the same fashion. I don"t know what the hell she"s talking about, as I"ve been my normal self. She started saying that I never help her in the house, but she does everything for me, and that if I don"t like it I can go try and find a better girl, etc. I tried to stay calm and reason with her, but eventually I just couldn"t take anymore of the nonsense and I started yelling too, and we had a massive argument. The whole next day she was incredibly apologetic, sending me texts telling me that she knows I do a lot for her and that she feels terrible about what she said.
We actually almost broke up almost a year ago, not too long after she came her. We had a huge argument, I don"t remember what about, but I remember it being similar to the above, and I told her I couldn"t be with her anymore, and said I was leaving. She begged and pleaded and when I didn"t back down she finally grabbed a knife from the kitchen, held it to her wrists, and said she"d kill herself if I left.
I got her to put down the knife and calm down a bit, but then she had some kind of huge panic attack, walked outside to get some fresh air, and then fainted (I was with her so I supported her), just as we got back into the apartment. She was laying on the floor barely breathing. It was really late at night so I banged on my neighbor"s door for help, and they called an ambulance and also helped keep her conscious with some smelling salts.
Needless to say we didn"t break up.
These panic attacks are the main reason I"m considering just hopping on a plane without telling anyone. Every time she gets stressed her heart starts to hurt and she cries and can barely breath. How can I break up with her when she"s literally dying in front of me?
Overall, I"m the first to admit I"m not perfect, but I really do try to make sure everything is good for her. When we argue I try to stay calm, but sometimes I can"t take it anymore and I yell, which she says scares her because her old boyfriend hit her once (although I"ve never even raised a hand to her).
But I"m living my life at the moment in fear: fear of saying or doing the wrong thing which will offend her or set her off, and fear of talking to or about the wrong people for fear of setting off her jealousy. The above-mentioned married couple, for example, are pretty much taboo now. I"d love to hang out with them and our other colleagues/friends again, but I know it wont" be possible.
But I really do love this girl, and every time I"m about to buy the ticket, I think of her coming home and seeing that me and my stuff are gone, and I picture her crying and calling her family to tell them the guy who said he"d help and support her left.
There really isn"t a point to this post, but I needed to vent some of this because I don"t know what to do.