The moment you realize you’re more of a roommate than a partner…
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I don’t even know where to start, but I feel like I’m losing my mind trying to make sense of this.
I recently found out my partner (John) has a penis pump. Before anyone jumps—no, I’m not judging the item itself. People do what they do. That’s not even the main issue.
The issue is everything around it.
Because at the same time… we barely have a relationship anymore.
We live together, but it feels like we’re just roommates. No real connection, no real intimacy, nothing. I’ve brought this up multiple times, tried to communicate how I feel, tried to fix things.
And his response?
“I don’t see a resolution.”
Like… what does that even mean when you’re in a relationship with someone?
So now I’m sitting here trying to process how someone can say there’s “no resolution” to us… but still have the interest/energy for things like that on their own.
It honestly made me feel unwanted in a way I can’t really explain.
I don’t even think it’s about what I found—it’s what it represents. The disconnect. The lack of effort. The feeling that I’m just… there.
Has anyone else had a moment where something small randomly made you realize something much bigger was wrong?
Because I feel like this just flipped a switch for me.