I was thinking about how to respond.
I got the feeling that one should enter relationships the same way as we enter life. Expecting to die.
Movies tell us this is one of the ways to live to the fullest, knowing that death is right there, chasing us or grooming us or whatever is death does to remind us it is there and one day we’ll be no more.
Then, maybe the same with relationships.
I am not sure why we men don’t commit. There’s certainly probably a reason for every man.
A man may commit, may stay, may stay with you and have children with you and be a father and a husband, and maybe he is not fully there.
Another may leave a partner after all desire is vanished and all corners of the body are explored leaving the soul untouched.
Other may try to explore the corridors of the soul only to leave the body untouched. Not really, almost no man would do that.
Others would be so afraid of the dagger a woman can throw at him when he least suspect it, and instead of choosing the righteous death, they coward away.

I think we fail to commit because we don’t know what we want. And if we do, we are afraid to say it aloud. And if we say it we may be unaware of the stupidity coming from our mouths.
Half of what we want are fantasies. The other half some endless repetition. A different face, the same story evolving.

Sorry I’m abusing of the generosity of your time through this long note, Esther.
My personal opinion is that each one of us are like an eye of god, or one of god’s proprioceptors. If you see me, you see me differently than my wife or my mom, or the girl I was in love when I was 15. I want to be seen and I want to be known. I think that because of social programming we believe the only way to do this is through romantic relationships. And then I guess we are afraid of missing out, and we leave.

This wasn’t meant to be mansplaining but rather an attempt to explore and understand the why we leave others who may love us.

Sorry I took so much of your time.
Pp