Worst relationship I've been in lasted 7.5 years. Everything was wrong, and I spent most of my time miserable. When I left him, it felt like I got out of prison. I got involved in the first place because he seemed to have life "figured out" in ways that I didn't. I came to learn that he thought he knew The Rules--and he was only too happy to explain The Rules to me and came down on me hard when I didn't follow them--but the truth is, that there are no rules in life, and thinking that you have them all figured out is along the lines of, "if you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him."
Best relationship of my life lasted six months. He's a wonderful man. Spending time with him was like spending time with myself. I liked everything about him, even his short-comings. And he let me know that he really liked me. He thought I was kind and thoughtful and strong and insightful. And the sex we had was a blow the roof off situation. I thought he was the hottest man on the planet. When he would walk into the room, I'd get a hardon. And, I believe, I had the same effect on him. It ended because his life got complicated, he didn't feel he could hold up his end in a relationship. I decided to be a man and take it on the chin. We're still friends, even though he's now living in SF.
The moral of the story? Henceforth, I'm not gonna "settle." I won't be in a relationship just to be in a relationship, or, worse yet, because I don't want to be alone. He's gotta be wild about me, and I've gotta be wild about him. It's gotta be The Real Thing, or we're just wasting our time.
And I'll wait patiently until that comes along, and make sure in the meantime that I have a happy, fulfilling, rich life, filled with love and learning and laughter.
All the best,