We're in an LDR, nearly 200 miles away, and have been like this since day 1, over a year ago. Everything's been great, the time together, the fun we have, the similiarities we share, the sex, everything. But in late may/early June, something happened. We were at a house party, and I went in to get another beer (we were all around a bonfire) and when I came out, she was gone. My friend said she just got up and went to the car. I went to check on her, and she was crying. I was and asked her what was wrong. She said "nothing". I told her people don't cry over "nothing" but she wouldn't answer me. I chugged my beer, told the gang we were leaving, and left. I was pissed at this time. She's played these little games before and I shrugged them off, but after 10 beer, I was a little pissed. She wouldn't answer anything I said on the drive back to her house (when she's here...her original home is not far from me). Finally, when we were about a mile away, she said 'stop, we have to talk'. She said that she never gets to see me, and whenever she comes home, all I want to do is meet up with friends. BS. 90% of the time, when she comes home, we do NOTHING, or visit her friends. I've missed out on parties, dances, wedding receptions when she was home because she "didn't feel like going" or she was "too tired". These are events that we were invited to AS A COUPLE! We had a long talk, and I thought things were OK. They seemed OK at the time. 2 weeks later, my friend's birthday was coming up, and we had plans for all the guys to get together for an evening of drinking and having a good time. It's a thing we do whenever a birthday rolls along. Somehow, and I know I did not say this, she got the impression that I was going to her place that weekend. Nooo.....I told her weeks before about this party, and the planning I DID to get the guys together for an evening. She got real mad and wouldn't speak to me, and basically was a complete bitch to me. I told her that I was going up the following weekend. Not good enough, apparently. The next morning, sick, hungover, probably still illegally drunk, I made the 3 hour drive to see what the fuck her problem was. We got that straightened out.....or, again, so I thought. Then I made a bad Freudian slip when we were camping (called her by my ex-fiancee's name when she started breaking one of my tent flex-poles....honest mistake). Apparently, I ruined our whole week with that. Fuck, it was only minor, IMO, but she took it way too fucking seriously and rubbed it in, and tried to make me feel guilty. Didn't work. After having the ex-fiancee stomp all over my heart and soul, I just shrug shit off, now. Also, last fall, after we were dating about 2-3 months, I considered moving up to her city, and getting work there, so we could be closer. Since the end of may when this shit started, I've changed my mind and am not going to move....but I'm using a legit excuse too. My dad's health is really deteriorating, and he doesn't have many years left, and my folks have been SO good to me, so supportive, so amazingly helpful to me through the past 3-4 years, that I feel I owe it to them to stick around and do whatever I can to help them along. Yardwork, housework, maintenance, ANYTHING. And the more the gf gets this bitchyness going on, the less I feel like moving, and the less I feel that this relationship is going to last. Cliffs: GF takes bitchy spells, stresses me out, and I don't know what to do.