I (28/m) was broken up with by my partners who we can call B (31/f) and N (30/f) on Labor Day this year.

They had been together for 5 and married for 2 years at the point when I started seeing them. I knew B because I had went to high school and worked with her at the same restaurant for years. N I had only met a few months prior to the work when I ran into them and they asked if I could help fix up parts of their house as a contractor.

I started the work in December of 2022 and would often talk with them for an hour or so at a time before and after they went to work. I formed a lot of affection for them early on for being so kind and nice to talk to. In February of 2023 B had asked if I would be interested in seeing them. I hadn't really had a relationship of any sort since really high school or college depending on how you define it. I was afraid but I had come to appreciate them and love them just from how much I loved spending time with them.

I came to see them and spend time with quite a bit over the next month or so, in late March they asked me to be their boyfriend and by May I more or less lived there.

What I had only partly known where the issues that existed between them that came to a head not terribly long before I got there. Something had happened to B that implicationed N. Something that without question made B a victim, but the trust that N had couldn't easily be recouped.

This started to come more to a head in late Summer and Fall of '23 where I eventually got them to start going to couples counseling. Throughout our relationship I recognized how important it was to give them the space for their own relationship and what it needed to develop and heal. This was a long and slow process with many of its own rough patches.

This last calendar year has had its their own rough patches, but at time went on I began to feel my own insecurities come to fruition. Earky to mid summer I started to not be able to hold in my own issues and expressed that I didn't feel like I was being appreciated or brought in as a real partner to the relationship. I told them so and that I often felt like an accessory to them and was afraid that they would never love me as much as they love each other. That the space I was allotted in the home between my personal possessions and my work materials/ tools could all just easily be fit into my car, and was often given issue with having things out where I had nowhere to put away. One giving me a compliment, but quickly assuring the other that they were more so of whatever affirmation. We had been developing plans for the rest of our lives. What we wanted to do with the house, joint financial responsibilities, planning for children, everything. I wanted to feel like I was a part of that as anyone else.

After spending the day together on Labor Day, we took our shower and not long after they said they wanted to talk. That was it. They told me that they couldn't work on each other and their own relationship without further excluding me. So I left that night and the next day got my things, all in one car load.

This oversimplifies and excludes so much. How many beautiful things we got to experience and be together. How hard we worked for so many things together. How we came through so many hard and difficult situations by cooperating and trusting eachother.

I just love and miss them so much. I hope they're okay and doing their best, but I find myself alone and without who became my family and what became my home. I'm in such a terrible place feeling like I lost everything I never realized I wanted until I had them. I don't know where to take or what to do with myself.