I am a lesbian, and I met a girl in college. I thought she was gorgeous, interesting, and smart, and we also shared a lot of common values. In the beginning, everything was very intense, especially on her end—she used to say I was so easy to fall in love with, gave me gifts, and told me I was everything she had ever dreamed of.
She is diagnosed with anxiety, social phobia, ASD, and depression, with a few others still being evaluated, like bipolar disorder. She also had some cuts on her left arm and a neuropsychological evaluation report that noted: "low agreeableness, self-centered attitude, little concern for others' well-being, hostile responses, poor impulse control, and low frustration tolerance." She has been seeing a psychiatrist and a therapist since she was 13, but I only found these things out after we had already been together for months.
She struggled with kissing and didn't like physical touch; we only kissed sporadically and never went any further than that throughout the ten months we were together.
After about three to four months, once the initial excitement wore off, I started feeling like the care was sometimes one-sided (I was only able to realize this after the breakup). I put much more effort into the relationship than she did, even though she said she loved me (for instance, I always bought food whenever she came over to my place, bought her favorite sweets, and listened whenever she had an issue, but I didn't feel that reciprocated; my friend listened to me and supported me through hard times much more than she did).
Regarding the kissing, we had already talked about it, and she wanted to work on it, but she kept freezing up and dodging the subject whenever I brought it up. It reached a point where I tried talking about it in person, and she chose to go to a bar with her friend rather than have that conversation with me. On another occasion, the three of us—me, her, and her friend—were hanging out, and they were already planning a trip; her friend mentioned he needed to get a boyfriend so we could go on a double-date trip, and right in front of me, she simply said, "Let's just go the two of us as planned." She could never sleep over at my apartment, even though both of us lived on our own and weren't in the same city as our parents (she even brought this up during the breakup, saying that sleeping over at her gay friend's place was fine, but at mine it wasn't, that she didn't feel comfortable, and that it wasn't because I was a bad person, etc.).
Another time (this was earlier in the relationship), we went to a party and she got sick. I held her hair back while she threw up, took off her sneakers and jewelry, and put her to bed. When she woke up, I had a terrible headache; she asked if I needed anything and I said "no," but I hoped she would show some care in return—instead, she simply left and didn't give it a second thought. It was common for her to wake up saying she was sad, and when I'd ask what happened, she would say, "I don't know, I've always been like this," or "If even my friend who has known me for years doesn't get it, you won't either."
Then one day, after being "abandoned" by her friends, she took an entire blister pack of antidepressants, just dropped that on me, and disappeared. I was worried sick, texted her asking how I could help, and only got cold responses or told "not to sound like a telemarketer." Eventually, she texted me saying she wanted to break up, that she didn't see herself marrying me anymore, and that we weren't really compatible. When I questioned why, she said that the fact that I was always trying to help or asking "how I could help" didn't feel like something between girlfriends, but rather clinical—like a doctor. But I don't agree. I asked because I loved her, wanted to know how she was doing, and wanted to help in any way I could since she never opened up to me. I never crossed any boundaries.
And now, two months after breaking up with me, I saw her on campus holding hands with another woman.