I recently moved out of a house I was sharing with my once fiancée. I left because she has three kids and they make it impossible for her to have a relationship with me. I left so that she would no longer feel the stress her kids put on her. We were carrying on a relationship in our free time away from the kids up until their Christmas break from school. Since then though the calls have been few and far between. I don't call her because she says it puts stress on her kids because they are afraid I will be moving back in on their territory. Today she told me that I mean the world to her, but not to wait to get what I deserve out of a relationship from her. That she needs to work on herself and the kids and that, for the time being, she doesn't want us to be romantically involved. She is my true love and I keep sacrificing for her, and now I am left not knowing what to do. I don't want to end the relationship with her because I have known her for a long time and care for her deeply. When I do leave my residence I always come back running to the answering machine hoping for a message. What do I do? -It's Over…

Dear It's Over…,
Not every relationship is meant to be. It doesn't look like this one will be ready for you for quite some time. To be honest, I think it might be a good idea to follow her advice and not limit your relationship possibilities to her. Love alone cannot make a relationship work long-term. You need support from all immediate members in the family, a willingness to share just about all aspects of your life together, communication and trust. While you may have the communication and trust, you do not have the other two. Without those, this relationship never had any future potential. I know this doesn't help with the hurt and loneliness you are probably feeling now, but these emotions dim over time. It may not feel like you will find someone else as great as her, but you will. Console yourself and then start keeping an eye out for other romantic opportunities.

With Love,

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