on the cusp of a breakup?

So I just don't know what to do. I love him dearly, but it seems to me like it's never going to happen. We're going to continue exactly how we are because he can't decide on what to do. Well, he's basically waiting and has me there waiting right next to him. So do I just wait out the rest of our lease and then go to Ireland without him? That's a ways a way and I'm suffering right now. I don't know if he realizes that i'm suffering this much. I usually push into the back of my mind his possible obligations, but I can't this time. He told me this summer, give me until the end of the year. And I said, oh, our 2 year anniversary's on Feb 23rd, you can have until then... jokingly. Well, end of the year has come and gone. 2 year is about to come up and I doubt he even remembers the conversation. And he keeps on talking about his v-day present to me, which I'm sure will only make me cry because it's not what I truly want. So I'm back to where I am every time I sense that a relationship I'm in isn't going to make it to the next level. But Not For Me keeps running through my head and I'm stuck in a perpetual state of self pity. I would gladly say yes if only he would ask, like I know he thinks I deserve. But if he's not going to because of whatever reason, he'd better damn well figure it out soon.
And I know it's not that he doesn't want to be with me the rest of his life. I know he does, but I also know his desire to right the wrongs might just keep us from being together, just because the way he helps isn't a way I think I can do it. I can support him, I can love him, but that's about it. So what do I do? Is it over? Is he going to let me stick around until I decide to leave and hurt HIM? And how do I say these things to him? I'm sure he's wondering why I'm bothering to stay around. Is this what my life is destined to be like? Someone who finds man after man who needs her love, but only until she can tell him what he needs to do to find his happiness, ending with her broken heart, him free and the cycle ready to begin all over again.
Well, I'm pretty sure that by this summer (a year after his proclamation), nothing will have changed. He may have a better job, and I'll be offered the job in Ireland. Then what do I do? Seems to me that I'll go by myself and take that year to try, yet again, to mend my broken heart. So it's just 4 more months of purgatory before the hell begins. And of course, the thinking it's coming makes it all worse. I guess all I can do right now is go through all the boxes that we just packed to move into our new place, and try to throw out as much as possible, so when the move comes, I'll have less to drag along with me.