<human>: I lost my best friend and I don't have a shoulder to vent on. Sorry if this isn't the right place. I just need to cry to someone besides my goddamn family. 

She moved in with me from across the country. Life was amazing. I messed up (4/10 on the bad scale). She messed up in response (8/10). I went to panama for school. I came back and she had moved out. I talked her into coming back. We tried for two months to make it work. I thought all was fine. 

I took an 8 hour exam yesterday. Came home and the apartment was cleaned. My laundry was folded and put away. All her stuff gone. She hugged me and left. Saying she loves me, wants me, but can't trust me and therefore she can't be with me. I have a $3200 ring sitting in the drawer. She's quitting her job and driving back to the west coast next week.

 I have 2 years of pictures, trinkets and memories. I dedicated my life to her. Basically lost. No direction even because every night was dictated by US. Not by me or her. Ya know? My routine is gone. Dinner for one now. The little things. Tooth brush gone. Bobby pins on the floor. Ugh.

It's better that it happened now instead of 10 years from now in divorce. But still. Hurts. And I am not ok.

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<bot>: Came home to her and her stuff gone after living together for a year and being together for two years. How could I even think we were best friends and ready to spend our lives together if she didn't like Space Jam?