I [22F] have been with my boyfriend [27M] for over a year. A few months ago, he got a job in a different city. We discussed it at length, and I decided to quit my job and leave my family and friends behind to move in with him so we could stay together.Since moving in September, things have been wonderful. We go on dates, get along with each other’s families, and he has always been very loving. He told me from day one that he wanted something serious.However, last night his mood changed. When I asked him if something was wrong, he admitted that for the last month, he has been feeling “uncertain.” He said some days he is sure about us, and other days he isn’t sure what he wants in life. He mentioned that his friends are all going through similar “quarter-life crises” where they feel their choices now will determine their entire future.The confusing part is that while telling me this, he was crying, cuddling me, and telling me he loves me and that I’m the kindest person he’s ever met.I am now in a new city where I can’t afford the rent alone, I just started a new job, and I am far from my support system. I love him deeply, but I am in shock and my stomach is in knots.How do I navigate this uncertainty without losing myself or my financial security? Is this a common “phase” for men his age, or should I be preparing to move back home?TL;DR: I [22F] moved to a new city for my boyfriend [27M], but now he says he is “uncertain” about his future despite still being affectionate and saying he loves me.
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