Let me share my sad little story. Maybe it’ll help. I dated this very nice gilr (lady) for about six months. She is classy (read high maintenance), beautiful, elegant, her English is perfect (raised in Singapore although she is Taiwanese, and educated at Cambridge in England) and she’s an elementary school teacher. So no problems with communication etc.
That’s the good part. In the first week of our dating I was three minutes late once. She went into a rage, spoiling the entire date and refused to talk to me for an hour because apparently this showed I had no respect for her. Even though I had to drive 20 minutes just to see her. Ever since that I always made sure I was ten minutes early. Then she started to moan about my smoking. Okay, fair enough. So then before I would go to meet her I would have a shower and dress in newly laundered clothes smelling all nice and fresh. I would not smoke until after I’d bade her good night (yeah still no sex). Then it became an issue that I was smoking when she was not around, so I quit for her too. (I thought, what is more important - her or the cigarettes…) Then the new issue became that I liked to go to the bar on Friday or Saturday nights to have a few beers with my mates and watch some sport. So I too wussied out and changed that for her. After two months we started having sex. She was a virgin (believe it or not) and I thought this was all rather special. I believed that this may be the one.
Just a side track here. By this time I was so in love and willing to to do anything for her. Everything seemed worthwhile from my point of view because I reckoned she (us) were worth the effort. My best friend (who incidently has been in Taiwan for 12 years and has extensive knowledge of Taiwanese woman-both carnal and otherwise) reckoned I was making a big mistake. He said she would continue to try and mold me into the man she wants me to be, but that it would never be enough. i.e. turn me into her little slave boy. And at the end of the day I would be unrecognisable from the guy she met originally. You know, like the woman who wakes up after 20 years of marriage (and of molding her dear husband) and then telling him she wants a divorce because he’s not the man she married…lol Myself, being as blinded by lust or love or a combination of the two couldn’t see the trees for the forest. The sex was good, but rather pedestrian - missionary position with the lights off!
Anyway, after making all these changes for her, one day we go out for lunch (and being a typical Taiwanese summer) with me wearing shorts, sneakers and a T-shirt. She was really upset and said I don’t dress appropriately. A big argument ensued (or I should say, a one sided tongue lashing directed at yours truly) and she went home leaving me dateless and lunchless.
So, yes you guessed it, I started to dress more “appropriately”. She had also broken up with me on three occassions (always on the Sunday, and then started to make amends - or rather allow me to make amends - around Wednesday). Once because of the smoking. Once because of the pub, and the third time because of sleeping late on a Saturday. So yes, she started to take offense at me staying up late (2am on Friday and Saturday nights) and sleeping late on Saturday and Sunday mornings (10 or 11 am). This too I amended like a good little boy.
Then one of my dearest friends was going to get married and I was invited to the bachelors party. Him being an older guy (44), nothing wild. Just a few drinks, a nice dinner and dancing at a club. So I dutifully asked her if this was okay (for me to go) and if I could then just meet her on Saturday morning instead of Friday night. Okay she said, but didn’t seem all that happy by it. I didn’t question it further because I didn’t want to “push my luck”. Saturday when I called her she suggested we just cancel our date for Saturday as she had her “own things to do”. I then messaged her and told her to enjoy her day. She phones me back and tells me she was worried sick about me all friday while I was “out drinking, flirting and probably smoking” like a bandit and that I don’t care about her… Yep, she dumped me again, because she “couldn’t handle the stress” any longer, and she can’t stand idly by while a potential “diamond” is completely happy with wallowing in the filth with common “coal”. Whatever the hell that means…
She probably reckoned I would call her back and plead for her to take me back, but she didn’t reckon on my best friend and his advice. He said…"I told you so :s "
So I didn’t call her again and that was that. Yes I cared for her, and yes I miss her. But the thing is she wanted me to be something I’m not. It just came to the point were I could no longer stand her melo dramatics, her fits of anger and yes, her nit picking. I had to make all the changes and she never once wanted to compromise on anything.
It was rough going for a while, but there are worse things than being lonely. And at least I have my friends. I can go out and enjoy myself. Wind down with a couple of beers after a long week at work. Share in the exhiliration of rugby matches with my mates and be myself. Eventually after being myself…hehehe…I have met a few other ladies. Maybe not marriage material, but nice girls nonetheless whom I can share some good times with and who are also just looking for a good time. One day I’ll meet my special someone, and she’ll appreciate me for who and what I am. But until that day comes, I’m happy and enjoying my life.
I suggest you do the same.
Good luck, mate. It’s never as bad as you think, and maybe you’ll look back on all this and laugh.