Hey guys, I just wanted to share my story. I dated this wonderful and amazing guy for 7 months. We had such an intense and happy relationship, we just clicked so well. We were happy and crazy about each other until the very end, well, at least I was. I can't really speak for him. He hit some life stressors. Car totaled, moving to a new house, financial troubles. He had talked to me several times about how he was stressed and worried and didn't want to think about anything. I didn't know that he had depression. He never told me, and he seemed fine on the outside. I just did my best to encourage him and let him know that I was there and could help him in any way he needed. But he refused to accept my help. We got into two fights about a week apart, things were a little tense with the move and all the stress. They weren't even bad fights. They were pretty calm. After both fights, he stonewalled me. Wouldn't talk to me or let me know what was going on. I bugged him enough through text to talk to me both times. After the 2nd time he dumped me. Said all we've been doing is fighting, and that he had been feeling really low for a month and just couldn't do it anymore, stuff like that. I went to see him that day and tried to talk to him about it, he asked me what I wanted and then told me that he still loved me. It gave me a ton of hope, so I told him I would give him some time. I tried to talk to him here and there for a few days through text and he was cold and distant. It hurt alot, I felt confused because I had felt so much hope after our meeting. I kind of started to guess that this wasn't normal and maybe he had major depressive disorder. I tried to make plans with him and he agreed but then he cancelled because he wanted to stay home in bed. I got him to let me come over for like an hour a few days later. He looked awful. I talked to him and tried to be there for him. We held hands and hugged each other. He told me like 6 times that he still loved me and was so sincere about it. I wanted to do nothing but help me. He told me he just needed time. So I left once again full of hope. A few days pass and it was more him ignoring my texts and when he did reply, he was just really distant. It tore me up inside, I felt so lonely. I tried sending him some articles to read and some encouraging messages, but he told me he needed to deal with this in his own way. So I backed off again. We made plans again, to go somewhere he liked. He ended up not being able to go because his friend was going through something and he said it would be inappropriate for him to leave. I got so upset at that point and sent him a bunch of messages about how much I was hurting. And he withdrew at that point and hasn't spoken to me since. I messaged him the next day and apologized, because I honestly didn't want to add to his stress and should have just bit my tongue and let it go. I told him that I would give him his space, and that if he ever wanted to talk to me again, that I would be around. It has been a week exactly since I sent that message. He read it but didn't respond. It's been almost 2 months since his episode started, and 3 weeks since we had our last falling out. I kept hoping that any day he would pull out of it, and maybe try to reach out of it and contact me, because he said these usually only last several months, but I know that these things move at their own pace, and even if he did pull out of it, whose to say he would want to talk to me or would even be the same person anymore. I'm finally starting to make peace with it. Sharing my story is really helping alot. Some days are better than others. I'm just looking forward to the day when it stops hurting so much.