Was I wrong?

So as many of you have seen, I am home. It came at the expense of me leaving my girlfriend of two plus years. Let me tell you my side of the story of what happened. Of course it is only my side of the story, but you are my friends anyways and should side with me in the matter (im kidding if I am wrong I expect to be told so).

So after coming back from Iraq things were rough. There was integration to be had. Readjusting and what not. When I told her I did not plan on staying in the Army and was going to get out and go back to school she asked me what I was going to do. I told her It hught I could move in with her. She though this was a great idea. (Upon the break up talk I found out she had thought it wasnt such a great idea).

So I get out of the army and I move in with her. She asked me to start looking for a job. Which I did. I was not moving at the pace she had wanted. In a month I had applied to about 8 jobs. (I agree it was not that many) I was utterly new to the area. I had no idea where to look. Everywhere she told me to look, the people were looking for experience. I had none. The skills that the Army had taught me were not the best skill traits to have for the job market of the place I was living as it was mostly upper scale.

Now she worked for Non profit. She made about 14 dollars an hour. The problem was thought hat f she felt a little ill she wouldnt go to work at all. She wouldn't try to rough it out and go to work. She worked alone so there was no risk of getting other people sick. She sat out of work for a whole week because she had a head ache. Then when bills came around (and yes I paid what I could.) she would blame me for her finical problems.

There was no compromise in the relationship. When i did the dishes they were never the way she wanted them and many times it would cause a fight. The outcome of the fight would be her telling me that its her way or the highway. So I would do my best to do things her way. When I asked her if maybe we could try things my way she would say no, it was her apartment and thus her rules. I felt more like a room mate then a boyfriend.

A lot of the fights were about money. I got a job and paid more of the bills. She went from stressed out and mad about everything to extremely happy. She then proceeded to tell me when I bought something for her I wasn't being smart with my money and that I needed to think about the future more. But as soon as he got money she would go out to eat at places like Olive Garden or Ruby Tuesdays. Sure they arent that expenisve but when things are tight, that kind of price for a meal when youc ould eat at home is a bit ridiculous. When I would say something about that, I would be told I was just picking fights. I don't know. Maybe I was. The thing that made me most upset though was the fact that when I told her what I wanted to do in life (i.e. college career) she told me that it wouldnt make enough money in the long run and that I needed to change my mind on what I wanted to be. I didn't ask much of her, and when I did I was given a cold stare and looked at like I was stupid.

Now I just want to say that I know I am not perfect. I know that moving in put a strain on things. But do you think I was rash with my decision? Or that I might have made a wrong one. Even though ultimately, I think I made the right one. Im just looking for a few different views on the matter. My best friend who came and helped me move, had my back and supported me because he knew it was a tough decision and didn't want to make things worse for me and put doubt in my mind when I had already come to a tough decision.