I had to let her go, because she told me she couldn't be the person I met anymore

She still says she loves me, but she got a depression after a really bad job. But even after changing jobs twice after that, the person who was willing to do something different than watching TV all night, who said nice things out of the blue, who wanted to have sex frequently, never came back.

She's also moving to her home country to give her son a better education, paid by her father. She told me she could not be the person I met anymore because she needs to find herself again. But upon knowing I was moving out to my parents house again she started crying, and we were fantasizing about trying again, maybe 10 years in the future, but without stopping our lives in the middle.

I live in a very small room now, but at least I'm not in a house where I feel I'm not wanted. The best two years of my life, from which the last one was shit. I'm never trying to find love again. I will focus on myself now.