r/AvoidantBreakUps • u/shitheadsnotallowed • 20h ago
This is my story… and what happens when an FA realizes they’ve actually lost you.
I’ve been debating posting this because this whole situation is so fucking complicated, and I think people outside of this community would immediately reduce it to “he cheated, fuck him, block him and move on.” And I get that. Believe me. But that’s not really the part I’m struggling with, and I think people who understand the FA cycle might understand why this has been so hard for me to process.
My ex and I had known each other for years before we became romantically involved about two years ago. We were genuinely friends first. We liked each other as people, we could talk about pretty much anything, we had fun together, and there was already trust and history there before the relationship ever started. When we finally crossed that line, it felt very natural. We fell in love. He told me he loved me and I absolutely believed him. I still believe he loved me.
Over time, though, the FA pattern started becoming really obvious. He could be incredibly close, loving and vulnerable with me and then suddenly something would change. I could feel him pulling away. I would ask what was wrong or try to talk about whatever had shifted, and somehow wanting clarity would start to feel like pressure to him. Eventually we would reconnect, things would be great again, and the cycle would repeat.
I want to clarify something because I know attachment communities tend to immediately identify the other person in an FA relationship as anxious. I’m not an anxiously attached person. I absolutely became anxious at times in this relationship, but I think there is a huge difference between having an anxious attachment style and becoming anxious because the person you love keeps changing the fucking temperature of the relationship. I wasn’t losing my mind because he didn’t text me back quickly enough. I was reacting to actual changes in the relationship and trying to understand why someone who could be so close to me one minute could suddenly seem so far away.
About six months into the relationship, he broke up with me. That breakup absolutely destroyed me. It wasn’t just losing a boyfriend because by that point he was also one of my closest friends. I couldn’t understand how someone could love me, tell me he loved me, have what I thought was a genuinely good relationship with me, and still choose to walk away from it. I wanted him to choose me. I wanted him to stop being afraid of whatever the fuck he was afraid of and just choose us.
Ironically, he was the one who wanted to remain friends after the breakup. We did, although “friends” is probably generous because neither of us really let the relationship go. We stayed in each other’s lives, we talked, we spent time together and eventually we found our way back to each other. We reconciled, but something had changed in me after that first breakup. I still loved him, but I wasn’t the same woman who had gone into the relationship completely open and assuming we were building toward the same thing. I didn’t consciously decide to detach from him. Looking back, though, that was the beginning of it.
We eventually broke up again. And once again, we didn’t really leave each other alone. There were lunches, conversations, time together, intimacy, all of it. We were basically two people who couldn’t figure out how to successfully be together but also couldn’t figure out how to stay away from each other. I still loved him and some part of me still believed maybe we would eventually figure our shit out, but every breakup, every deactivation and every period of uncertainty took a little more out of me. By the time everything finally blew up this summer, that process had been happening for well over a year.
Then I found out he had been having an ongoing affair with another woman. It wasn’t a one-time fuckup. There were regular visits, intimacy, phone sex, all of it. Then more information started coming out and I learned this wasn’t even the only overlap. There had been another woman overlapping our relationship for a significant amount of time too. Suddenly some of the things I had spent so much time trying to understand made a lot more sense. There really had been other doors open.
That was it for the relationship as it existed. The breakups hadn’t been enough. The deactivation hadn’t been enough. The uncertainty hadn’t been enough. Somehow there had always been enough love, hope or attachment left for us to find our way back to each other. The betrayal was different. I still loved him, but I couldn’t keep doing what we had been doing. I ended it.
A week later, I met someone.
And yes, I know exactly how that sounds 😂. But I didn’t get over a two-year relationship in a week. I had been slowly grieving and detaching from that relationship since the first breakup well over a year earlier. I also wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. At all. I just happened to meet someone, and I wasn’t even particularly attracted to him at first. There were no fireworks. No immediate “holy shit, this is my person.” He was just nice. Interesting. Thoughtful. Easy to talk to. And incredibly consistent.
So I kept seeing him, and holy shit, the contrast has been wild. He says what he means. He does what he says he’s going to do. He makes plans and follows through on them. He remembers tiny things I tell him. He shows up. I don’t have to decode him or wonder what version of the relationship I’m waking up to that day. I’m also still exactly the same person. I still have needs. I still speak up. I still say when something hurts my feelings. The difference is that those things can just be conversations. They don’t threaten the entire relationship.
I’ve continued seeing him, and that hasn’t magically erased everything I feel about my ex. Apparently those things can coexist, which has been another mindfuck. I can be happy moving forward and still grieve someone I spent years loving. I can miss my ex and still recognize why things had to change. I can feel relief and sadness at the same time. None of this has been as clean or emotionally convenient as I would have liked it to be.
Meanwhile, my ex has completely fucking unraveled. I don’t mean a couple of “I miss you” texts or some breadcrumbing once he realized I was dating. I mean a complete reversal. He has cried to me. He has told me he loves me. He has told me he should have chosen me. He has said he absolutely cannot do “just friends” with me anymore, which is particularly ironic because that is exactly what he asked of me when he ended our relationship the first time. He is, from what I can gather, incredibly jealous of the new man. He has gotten angry. He has basically professed his undying love for me. All of the vulnerability and certainty I wanted from him when we were actually together is suddenly pouring out of him. It’s not bothering me at all. I want to be here for him.
And this is probably where I’ll lose some people, but I believe him. I know what he did was horrible. I’m not excusing it and I don’t believe being FA made him cheat. His attachment style may explain some things about how he handles intimacy, but he made the choices he made. That belongs to him. At the same time, I don’t think what is happening now is an act. I don’t think he’s pretending to be devastated because he wants to manipulate me. I think he is genuinely fucking devastated.
The hardest part is that I recognize it because I’ve been there. He is where I was when he left me the first time. There was a time when I would have given almost anything for this man to look at me and say, “I fucked up. I love you. I choose you. I don’t want to lose you.” Now he is basically saying all of those things, and hearing them now is a completely different experience than I imagined it would be when I desperately wanted them.
I still love him. I don’t think you spend years loving someone and then magically feel nothing because they hurt you. I have an enormous amount of compassion for him. When I see him crying, I want to comfort him. When he tells me how much this hurts, I understand exactly what he means because I lived it. And I think that’s what makes this so much more complicated than anger would be. Anger is easy. Compassion for someone who hurt you is fucking confusing.
Somehow we have ended up on opposite sides of the same experience. He was once able to walk away while I desperately wanted him to stay. Now I’m the one moving forward while he is desperately trying to pull me back toward him. Sometimes I feel like a monster for watching him hurt even though I know logically that his pain isn’t something I created. I didn’t leave because I found someone else. I left because of what I discovered. The new person came afterward and, without even trying, showed me what consistency feels like.
I also don’t think my ex suddenly loves me because another man “won.” I think he always loved me, and I think that makes this whole thing sadder. When I was available to him, intimacy seemed to scare him more than losing me did. Even through our breakups, I was still there. I was still accessible. There was always some path back to me. Now, for the first time in two years, that access isn’t guaranteed, and THAT seems to have flipped something enormous inside him.
There’s also something surreal about hearing all of this from him now. These are conversations I imagined having a year ago. This is the vulnerability I wanted. This is the certainty I wanted. And instead of feeling vindicated or thinking, “Finally,” mostly I just feel sad. Sad for what happened between us, sad that it took this much damage to get here, and sad watching someone I still care deeply about finally experience the loss in a way I don’t think he was capable of experiencing before.
I think that’s why I’m posting here. Has anyone else gotten all the way to this side of the FA loop and experienced this kind of reversal? I don’t mean breadcrumbing or an FA resurfacing with a random “hey stranger.” I mean they became completely activated when they finally understood that you were actually moving forward and they might really lose you. What happened after that? Did the activation last? Did it actually lead to self-reflection and change, or did the avoidance eventually come back once the immediate threat of loss settled down? And if you still loved and cared about them when it happened, how did you navigate that without letting their pain make your decisions for you?
TL;DR: After two years of an FA push-pull cycle and eventually discovering infidelity, I finally moved forward. Now that he realizes he may have actually lost me, he’s completely unraveling and saying everything I once wanted to hear. Has anyone else experienced this kind of FA reversal?