She couldn't even say that she was leaving, let alone why. She just started crying and said she was miserable. I don't know why, and, while I have my guesses, I don't think knowing would do me any good.
We'd been looking at rings two years ago, but I think the difference in our ages got to her. Not that it was a problem now, but I think the thought of my growing old while she was still young scared her. Like I said, I'll never know for sure.
Now, she did leave me before, in November. She gave reasons then, like the one above and some that I'm too ashamed to mention. Not ashamed of me, but of her. It was ugly, but we got back together. In fairness, I was a jerk during that break up too, although not without reason.
I really thought we were going to make it. She never told me what was wrong when I'd ask her-it was always about work. "Work is stressful, so I don't want to go out or help with dinner or make love or anything." Obviously, there was more to it than just work.
I wish her well. I mean, I love her. I can't do anything but wish her well.
I'm keeping a blog of this called "How To Fall Out of Love" at http://howtofalloutoflove.blogspot.com , but I'll be posting here as events warrant.