We’ve been together for over a year. She’s a genuinely amazing person sweet, caring, supportive. I love her. But I’ve realized I don’t want to be in this relationship anymore.

The core reason? I’m just not sexually attracted to her the way I need to be. She’s a little overweight, doesn’t like exercise, and lives a very different lifestyle than I do. I’m a gym guy, I train hard, eat clean, and take pride in chasing a lean, muscular physique. That’s not a phase. It’s who I am.

Being with her has started pulling me off track. I’ve gained weight. I skip workouts. She’ll say “Go ahead, I’ll wait for you,” but I don’t want a spectator, I want a partner who lives that life with me. I’ve asked her to train with me, she tries for a week, then stops. And I get it, it’s not her thing. But it is mine.

And the tough truth? I find myself deeply attracted to fit, gym-focused women, the ones who lift and grind like I do. I don’t cheat, I don’t flirt, but those feelings make it clear: I’m not with the kind of partner I truly want long-term.

We solve problems like any couple, but this mismatch in lifestyle and attraction is a dealbreaker for me. And I feel guilty as hell about it. It feels selfish. But I believe breakups don’t have to be ugly to be valid. You don’t have to wait until everything’s falling apart to say, this isn’t right.

Being single would give me space to pursue my goals without guilt or compromise. I know the right thing is to end it, kindly, but clearly.

Just needed to get this out. Anyone else ever had to end something good… because it just wasn’t right?