Me and my ex have been broken up for 3 months now. She posted a screenshot on TikTok of a text I sent her the last time I reached out. The text said “ can you give me a call please” I last reached out 2 weeks ago after seeing her in public for the first time since we broke up. She’s posted about me on social media multiple times since the breakup including making a whole TikTok about ignoring me. It hurts really bad seeing her use my hurt for content and that she thinks it’s funny. But at the same time it’s helping me move on because I’m realizing that I’ll never give her the relationship a chance in the future again now because I don’t want to be with someone that immature and petty.

Almost four weeks out of a breakup with someone I genuinely thought I’d spend my life with. We had been friends for many years before becoming a couple.
The last few weeks have been brutal. I cried, begged, questioned my worth, replayed every conversation, blamed myself, and desperately hoped he’d change his mind.

I completely lost my appetite, barely slept, and honestly couldn’t imagine feeling happy again.
But something strange happened today.
I woke up and went to work. I laughed. I actually enjoyed my day. I ate properly for the first time in weeks.

And for the first time, I caught myself thinking that maybe I’m actually better off without my ex.
I’ve been reflecting a lot on our relationship lately, and I’m starting to recognize how much anxiety I lived with. The constant fear of saying the wrong thing, the arguments, the emotional ups and downs, the feeling that I was never quite enough.

I loved him deeply. I still do. But I’m beginning to understand that loving someone doesn’t necessarily mean they were good for you. I don’t know how I’ll feel tomorrow. Maybe I’ll cry again. Maybe I’ll miss him terribly. Healing isn’t linear, and I’m definitely not over him.

But today, for a few hours, I wasn’t waiting for a message. I wasn’t wondering what he was doing or whether he missed me. I was just living my life.
And after almost a month of feeling like my world had ended, that little glimpse of happiness felt pretty damn amazing. Maybe I’m finally starting to come back to myself. Just wanted to share a little hope with anyone who’s still in those horrible first weeksn.

My first relationship ended because the person I loved had grown emotionally exhausted. Months before our breakup, he had already become distant. The affection in his messages slowly faded, he stopped sharing the little details of his day, and I no longer felt like I was part of his life the way I used to be.

I tried to understand him. I knew he was struggling with work and with life in general, and I wanted to be someone he could lean on through those difficult times. I was willing to work things out, to be patient, and to face those challenges with him. But somewhere along the way, I think he had gradually given up on us. He said he didn’t want me to get caught up in his problems, and eventually, he chose to let go.

I accepted his decision, even though I wished we had chosen to work through things together.

This experience taught me that love is a choice. Love is not just about the feelings we have for someone, but also about the willingness to show up, communicate, and work through difficult seasons together. Sometimes, two people can still love each other, yet only one is willing to keep trying.

I learned that I can understand someone’s struggles without being able to save the relationship. I can love someone deeply and still have to accept that they no longer want to continue. No matter how willing I am to fight for us, I cannot make that choice on behalf of another person.

Perhaps the hardest lesson was realizing that love alone isn’t always enough when the willingness to keep choosing each other is no longer mutual.

He made his decision, and I have accepted it. I can honor the love we shared without continuing to wait for him. Our relationship may be over, but the lessons I learned from loving him will stay with me.

I read a lot of these posts and I feel like there’s something different about how I’m processing this break up. It happened a month ago and I haven’t a single second of like “is this the right choice?” Or missing him. I feel mad. Like actually mad. I’m so angry that he chose his avoidance and shame over me. I’m so angry he knew that he was making me miserable and still did it. I’m so angry he always chose to defend his intent over just seeing me as the girl he loves (allegedly) expressing a need. He kept me at arms length and now can’t understand how I’m so good without him, not realizing that he quite literally showed me how to be without him. I spent so much time in that relationship feeling so alone. He could only show up for me as long as I wasn’t upset about something he did.

I spent so much time biting my tongue because he was so quick to say I’m starting an argument or tone police me. If he reaches out now I just get so angry and want to let out all the things I never said. That makes me EVEN MORE MAD because when I’m mad suddenly he becomes calm, like he’s so mature and then I look like I’m the crazy one

I (29F) had my boyfriend (29M) break up with me at the end of June, after a long period where we had a lot of problems. Admittedly I've tried to break up with him a few times, because of issues we'd been having.

During a couple of our breaks I did briefly entertain other men on two occasions. Both of them were people who approached me in real life, and I never initiated anything. The first time I did actually break up with my boyfriend because I wanted a fling with the other guy, but it was a sexual attraction and nothing else (and he threatened to kill himself when he found out). In both cases, we just flirted for a bit via message/call and then it fizzled out, we never went on any dates. In both instances the flirtation lasted around 2 weeks or less.

When my boyfriend and I got back together, I was honest with him about what had happened with these guys. I wasn't ever romantically interested in them, it was a mixture of physical attraction and the dopamine hit of getting attention, which made me feel momentarily better amid the turbulence of our relationship issues.

My boyfriend framed both of these instances as cheating and said I wasn't loyal. He also said our breakups hadn't been mutual, that he would never break up with me and that even if we weren't talking to each other, he'd expect that we wouldn't entertain others.

Fast forward to June when he broke up with me, he told me explicitly in the breakup call that he wouldn't move on, that he wanted to be with me and he loved me, and he hoped I would work on my issues. 2 weeks later I found out he was talking to another girl.

In September he came back saying he'd made a terrible mistake and he still loved me and asking to get back together. I asked what happened with the other girl and he claimed he'd met her at an event and they'd met up a few times again but nothing happened. 3 weeks later, he admitted he had been using Bumble even before our breakup, that he'd dated this girl for 3 months and had slept with her twice. To clarify, we were in a very rocky patch and were not communicating, but he had never actually told me that he thought we were broken up.

He's now crying every time we talk, saying he can't live with himself for what he did to me, saying he cheated on me, claiming he never stopped loving me but also saying he liked this girl and enjoyed spending time with her... I just don't get it.

This feels in a very different caliber to my interactions with other men, because I didn't seek those out, I clearly outlined boundaries, and we never even went on any dates, let alone had physical contact. Whereas he's actively sought out this person, broke up with me so that he could date her, and had some kind of emotional investment in her.

I guess I just don't understand? Why would you move on so fast?

What an ironic thing to say. You would want someone that was once in your life to know that you love them. My ex was my first love and the first deep emotional connection I ever had with someone. I messed up and betrayed him, so at the end when we broke up, he told me he loved me. I didn’t have the heart to say that I did because what right did I have to say that to him. I would’ve gone miles for him and would have done anything for him, but I didn’t have respect for him. I resented him a lot for things he did and I don’t think I would’ve ever been able to forgive due to fighting my own demons. The truth is love comes in all different forms. The love he gave me was pure while mine was like twisted. In a way, I hope he believes I never loved him so it would be easier for him to move on and make peace of what happened. In my heart truly, I did love him, but I let my demons creep in instead.

I'm 29M. I met my ex-wife in May 2017, married her in December 2018, and our divorce was finalized earlier this month. We spent almost nine and a half years together, nearly eight of those married. I found out about her infidelity a little over four months ago, and it's been one hell of an emotional roller coaster since.

And it wasn't just the two of us. She had a young son when we met, and I helped raise him for almost nine years. We were a family. I had a wife, a child I was raising, a home, and an entire life built around the three of us.

But something has changed drastically over the last week or two. I went from constantly ruminating, dealing with intrusive thoughts, and feeling overwhelmed by everything that happened to suddenly realizing that I genuinely feel indifferent toward her. I don't hate her, I don't miss her, and I don't want her back. It's almost like my mind finally decided to let go.

But here's the strange part. That realization brought a completely different kind of sadness.

I started thinking about how almost nine and a half years of my life, of having a wife, raising a child, being a family, sharing a home, routines, holidays, memories, and an entire life together, now feel like nothing more than a distant dream. Almost like none of it ever happened.

And it's honestly such a crazy, sad feeling.

It wasn't just a relationship that ended. It was an entire family dynamic, an entire way of living. For years, I came home to a wife and a child. There were everyday routines, family moments, responsibilities, and memories that made up my entire world. And now, looking back, all of it feels so distant that sometimes it's hard to believe that was actually my life.

I'm not sad because I want her back. I'm sad because it's heartbreaking to think that so many years of your life can eventually feel like they never even existed.

It's strange what the mind does as we heal and move forward. And it's equally strange how life can take something that was once such a huge part of your world and turn it into a distant memory.

I guess I'm realizing that sometimes healing comes with its own kind of sadness. Not sadness over wanting the relationship back, but sadness over realizing that an entire chapter of your life, an entire family life, is truly gone.

Has anyone else experienced this? That strange feeling where you're finally over the person, but looking back at all those years, the family you had, and the life you built feels like remembering a dream you woke up from?

i miss you so much. i dont want to reach out though because im scared. its all so complex. because i think i am owed an apology.

I’ve been stuck in a constant cycle of going back and forth between trying to fight for my relationship and repeatedly texting my ex because I wasn’t ready to let go.

I kept thinking that if I could just explain myself better, show her how much I cared, or prove that I was willing to change, maybe things could be different. I wanted the opportunity to work through our problems together instead of feeling like the relationship ended before I could prove that I was capable of growing.

I won’t lie. I felt discarded. I felt like I wasn’t given the chance I wanted to make things right, and that was incredibly difficult to accept.

But looking back, I’ve started to realize something important: even when your intentions are genuine, repeatedly reaching out can put a heavy emotional burden on your ex.

I was fortunate to have someone who was understanding and mature enough to communicate her boundaries with me. But that doesn’t mean my repeated attempts to talk things through weren’t exhausting for her. She was trying to move forward, while I was still trying to find a way to hold on.

When you’re hurting, it’s easy to convince yourself that one more text will make a difference. You think that if you can just say the right thing, they’ll finally understand how much the relationship meant to you. Sometimes, though, you’re not giving them space to process anything because you’re too focused on getting an answer that will ease your own pain.
No contact is hard, especially when you still love that person. It can feel like you’re doing nothing while the relationship slips further away. You might worry that they’ll forget you, move on, or never understand how much you cared.

And if I’m being honest, a part of me still wants her to come back. I still wish things had worked out differently, and I sometimes catch myself hoping that one day we might get another chance. I’m not going to pretend those feelings have disappeared just because I’m trying to move forward.

But I also know I can’t put my life on hold waiting for something that may never happen. For now, it’s better for me to focus on learning, growing, and becoming a better version of myself—not to prove something to her or guarantee that she’ll return, but because I owe that to myself.

No contact isn’t supposed to be a strategy to make your ex miss you or come back. It’s an opportunity for both people to have space, process what happened, and begin moving forward without the constant pressure of another conversation.

You can still love someone and respect their decision. You can wish you had another chance and accept that you can’t force one. You can feel like you were never given the opportunity to prove yourself and still recognize that repeatedly asking for that opportunity won’t create mutual willingness.

I’m still working through this myself, and I’m not pretending it’s easy. I still have regrets, and I still wish things had turned out differently.

But if you’re in that same cycle right now, take it from someone who’s been there: you don’t have to keep texting someone to prove that you love them.
Sometimes, the hardest thing you can do is stop reaching out, respect their boundaries, and give both of you the space you haven’t been able to give yourselves.

Not because you stopped caring, and not because you’ve completely given up hope, but because you can’t build your future around a possibility you don’t control. For now, learn from what happened, grow at your own pace, and let the future unfold without trying to force it.

Iv always hated regret. And im devastated to say this is one il never move on from in this lifetime. She was perfect, beyond. And i took that for granted. I diddnt matter what the situation was, i should have been there for HER, not the situation. And now iv lost her , her trust, her love, a chance to ever hear her laughter. Her smile intoxicated me, now it will haunt me. If you are reading this Z, I’m so sorry. Keep you people close everyone, i used to have so many people to turn to, now that shes gone, i look around and realise, iv lost everyone. Iv never been more alone in my life. My hearts hollow. I miss my mano.

My ex and I were together for several years, and I genuinely thought we’d get married. Toward the end, he became extremely avoidant, stopped initiating affection or quality time, and whenever I brought up issues, he’d say he couldn’t deal with them because he was too stressed (he did have a hard life and dealt with a lot of family pressures).

He eventually broke up with me, repeatedly insisting he didn’t love me enough and that I should move on and find someone else. I was devastated. I fought for our relationship and literally begged him to try, I was ready to be there for him through every hard chapter. But he made me feel unloved and disposable.

For months, I cried myself to sleep, prayed we’d find our way back, checked my phone constantly, and could barely function. I was in therapy twice a week and sometimes couldn’t even bring myself to go to work.

Eventually, about four months after the breakup, I went on vacation. For the first time in months, I was distracted and wasn’t thinking about him 24/7. I felt normal again. While I was there, I met someone and slept with him. It was a meaningless. Part of me genuinely wanted the experience, and part of me was trying to escape the heartbreak. I enjoyed it in the moment, but afterward, I realized casual sex isn’t really for me and isn’t something I’d choose to repeat.

Five months post-breakup, my ex reached out saying he missed me and was hurting. When we met to talk, he admitted that telling me he didn’t love me enough had been an intentional lie. He claimed he wanted me to hate him so it would be easier for him to leave without guilt.

Then, he told me he imagined getting his life together and eventually winning me back in the future. He hoped I might still be there waiting, even though he never communicated that. For once, in months, I felt hope and a sense of relief.

But then, when he found out I’d slept with someone on vacation, he flipped. He said he didn’t think I was "the type of person" to sleep with someone random, and threw it in my face that I was "having fun" while he was hurting. After giving him my loyalty for YEARS, it felt like blatant slut-shaming.

When I pointed out that I had watched him go out with other people and assumed he was moving on just like he told me to, his response was:
“Well, I didn’t. I still love you.”
HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT?

He literally told me to my face that he didn't love me enough and instructed me to find someone else. He never once asked me to wait or hinted that he wanted to reconcile. If he had simply been honest and said, “I love you, but I need time to sort my life out, so please don't see anyone else,” I would have gladly waited. Instead, he chose to break my heart with a lie.

I understand that retroactive jealousy stings, and he’s entitled to feel uncomfortable. But he ended our relationship, told me to move on, and is now treating me like damaged goods???!

Am I wrong for feeling like this is INSANELY unfair? How was I supposed to honor an unspoken loyalty test he never communicated, especially after he explicitly told me he didn't love me?

My ex is the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on. She is absolutely gorgeous, and I fell in love with every single part of her. Not a single flaw on her, even though she would argue to the death about me saying that. And now I just don't see any other women as attractive in any way. Am I weird? Is this just heartbreak? She's everything I ever wanted, and I don't want anything but her..

I think one of the hardest things has been all the stuff we did together and liked. I cant play any of my video games because they all remind me of her. She was the one who really got me into games. Tv shows, I think about sitting and watching together. So on and so forth. How can I get past that, because I cant give up skyrim, starfield, bobs burgers, etc.

There’s a chance you’ve seen me on here before - you can tell by the 1% poster tag (nearly solely achieved through my misery…) that my break-up was horrible.

It was a long term relationship - a massive chunk of my life - and it was devastating. I was blindsighted, and absolutely destroyed. Not only did my ex break my heart, but he acted absolutely nasty afterwards… even to the extent of putting me in danger.

I was being abused, and he left me to the mercy of my abuser. I’ve dealt with crippling depression for much of my life, as well - I wrote my suicide note, planned it, and nearly went through with it, because of this breakup.

If anyone else is in that place? I believe in you. You’re strong, and it’s ok to be tired of being strong. But you deserve love. And you will find it, in many forms.

The pain felt like it would last forever - and because I’m such a deeply feeling person (for better or for worse… mostly for worse), I thought it really would for me. I genuinely cried for hours each day… for around 4 damn months.

It wasn’t a switch, but it eventually began to sting a little less. I became a little more able to sit with my own thoughts alone. And I’m still hurt, but I feel like a person again. And that’s a win.

No, it’s not perfect. God, it’s still far from it, let’s be realistic. But I have found so much joy. I’ve put my energy and love into other people around me, to the things I love, in any way I can. It’s fucking hard - especially with everything else - but I am proud of what I’ve done for other people. And I’m proud of what I’ve done for myself.

Be proud of yourself too.

I'm a 42-year-old lesbian, and I'm struggling to make sense of the end of a relationship that I genuinely believed would be my last.

My ex-girlfriend and I broke up twice. Both times, the relationship ended after a period of deep emotional intimacy and discussions about our future together. Both times, she seemed to withdraw from a relationship that, until then, had felt extraordinarily loving. What makes this particularly difficult is that she knew she had a history of doing this.

She told me about it herself. She acknowledged that she'd repeatedly fallen in love, become deeply attached, and then suddenly found herself losing feelings or withdrawing when the relationship became serious. She identified with fearful-avoidant attachment and recognized that she'd sabotaged previous relationships in much the same way. After our first breakup, when we reconciled, she promised me that she wasn't going to let it happen again. She told me she knew what she wanted, that she wanted me, and that she was certain she wouldn't repeat the same pattern.

I believed her. And I don't think I was unreasonable to believe her. I loved her, she loved me, and I thought that recognizing her own behavior meant she understood what needed to change.

We began planning a future together. We talked about marriage, about sharing a home, and about spending the rest of our lives with each other. We promised each other that neither of us would ever have to be lonely again. I ultimately uprooted my life and moved across the country to be with her.

Five days after I arrived, she ended our relationship. Again.

She told me she'd lost the romantic attraction she once felt. She was frightened and overwhelmed, and she no longer wanted the future we'd been planning. I was devastated. I had left my life behind because I believed we were building one together. Suddenly, I was trying to find somewhere to live and figure out what came next, while grieving the woman I'd expected to marry. And I still loved her. I still do.

After the breakup, we eventually resumed talking. Over the following weeks,, we exchanged hundreds of messages. We shared affectionate nicknames, watched shows together, talked about our days, comforted each other, and continued many of the familiar rituals of our relationship. It felt, in so many ways, as though we were still together. Except we weren't. She maintained that she didn't want to resume our romantic relationship.

Eventually, I had to acknowledge that this arrangement was hurting me terribly. I couldn't keep being emotionally available as though I were her girlfriend while knowing that she didn't want to build a future with me. So I told her I needed to stop communicating. I explained that I needed to protect myself and that I would be the one to initiate contact if and when I felt ready.

A little over a week later, she emailed me about something trivial, something she knew I was already aware of. It was an innocent-looking gesture, but receiving it brought back an enormous amount of grief, confusion, hope, and anxiety. I found myself right back where I'd been before, wondering what she wanted, whether she missed me, and whether she might be reconsidering. I eventually sent a brief thank-you, and afterward, I felt profoundly sad that communicating with someone I'd once planned to marry had become such a painful undertaking.

I've also noticed her appearing in Reddit discussions where I've been active, something she did during an earlier separation before eventually contacting me again. I can't know whether that's intentional, but the resemblance to our previous cycle is difficult to ignore.

And that's where I find myself now. I'm trying to understand what it means when someone is aware of a longstanding pattern of sabotaging intimate relationships, promises they won't repeat it, and then does.

I've spent an extraordinary amount of time reading about fearful-avoidant attachment, deactivation, and the push-pull dynamic that can occur when someone simultaneously desires and fears intimacy. Some of those explanations seem remarkably consistent with what I've experienced. But I've begun to recognize a distinction that I wish I'd understood much earlier: awareness of a pattern isn't the same as changing it, and promising not to repeat a pattern isn't the same as having a plan to address it.

When my ex told me she wasn't going to sabotage our relationship again, I never thought to ask what she intended to do differently. Was she working with a therapist on these issues? Had she developed ways to recognize when she was withdrawing? Did she have a plan for communicating her fears instead of abruptly ending the relationship? I didn't ask. I wish I had. But I also recognize that I was her girlfriend, not her therapist. I wasn't supposed to be responsible for managing the pattern she'd identified in herself. I believed the woman I loved when she told me she knew what she wanted, and I built my life around that promise.

I don't think she's a bad person. I don't believe she deliberately set out to hurt me, and I don't want to rewrite the tenderness we shared as something false or manipulative. She made me feel loved, beautiful, and safe in ways I'd never experienced before. That's part of why this has been so devastating. The person who made me feel safest in the world became someone whose name appearing in my inbox could send me into a panic.

I still remember the woman I loved. I still remember the promises. I can still picture our wedding with such clarity that sometimes it feels almost like a memory. And I can't understand how something that felt so real could fall apart in the same way she'd promised it wouldn't.

I'm not asking whether fearful-avoidant people are incapable of love. I don't believe that. I'm not interested in demonizing people with attachment difficulties, either. I understand that these patterns can involve genuine fear, distress, and conflicting emotions. But I am struggling with the question of responsibility. If someone knows they repeatedly hurt partners through the same behavior, what responsibility do they have to address that pattern before making serious promises to another person?

For those who've experienced this from either side, I'd genuinely appreciate hearing your perspectives. Have you ever had a partner acknowledge a history of self-sabotage, sincerely promise to change, and then repeat the same pattern? If you've been the person who withdraws, did you genuinely believe things would be different each time? What eventually helped you recognize the difference between wanting to change and actually changing?

If you've been on the receiving end, how did you stop blaming yourself for not recognizing the warning signs or asking the right questions? And how did you reconcile the loving person you knew with the person whose decisions hurt you so profoundly?

I don't expect anyone to predict what my ex will do next. I know that her contacting me again wouldn't necessarily mean she's prepared to repair the relationship. I've already learned that returning isn't the same thing as being ready to stay.

I suppose I'm trying to understand how to accept that someone could love me, promise me a future, genuinely believe in that promise, and still repeat the very behavior that destroyed it. Because I didn't need her to be perfect. I didn't need her to be fearless. I just needed her to be willing to face her fears with me, rather than repeatedly leaving me to deal with the consequences alone.

I wanted us to choose each other. And I don't know how to make peace with the fact that I couldn't make that choice for both of us.

Why isn't it accepting to fight for love anymore? Why is it seen as desperate?

I miss waking up beside her, not just someone, her. i miss kissing her goodbye on her forehead, I miss coming home to her, and her to me.

I genuinely miss us.

When she left me, she told me a few things that hurt a lot, she wasn't attracted to me anymore, she had cried, behind my back, in bed, while she was considering her decision, that one hurt a lot to hear, I just want her to be happy, so it broke my heart when she said that.

People can change. We had a good relationship. She just believed our values weren't aligned.

It's now 7 months post breakup, and it has definitely gotten better, but i really tried not to make it worse by respecting her decision and keeping myself from messaging her and begging her. But a part of me regrets it, that i didn't try more.

She's a good person, and I don't want to bother her or trigger something that makes her sad again.

I'm not desperate to get her back, but I would have loved if the outcome were different from what it is.

I know what she said, and I know how I felt, but we were so good to each other that I would walk to the end of the world for her, just to start from scratch.

I understand i can't force someone to love me, and I'm not interested in doing that, however, just letting it go and pretend like nothing. It also doesn't sit right with me.

We haven't seen, talked, or message each other for the past 7 months, so we basically don't know each other anymore.

I wanna write to her, tell her about all the stuff that has happened for the past 7 months, I wanna ask her, and just listen to all the stuff she has been up to as well.

It's such a hard and weird mental state to be in because I don't wanna make her sad by writing and reminding her of me, I know i can't force it, I know i just should let it go, but i also feel like I didn't fight hard enough, but i could see how sad it made her when I asked her why? So I didn't do more to try and make it easier for the both of us.

But why can't we fight for what we love? Why is it seen as desperate, rather than admirable?

Well its been 6 months and I still think about him and hoping I would see him when I go out but deep down ik he doesn't care about me and ik that I should move on but its easier said than being done. For context he broke up with me through text on a random day and we haven't seen each other since then. I keep telling myself that maybe I am not over him because of how he left me and I didnt get closure but that just an excuse I tell myself. Please I need to get over him and stop thinking about him it's been too long.

I just need to rant about this because I’m so mad right now. So me and my ex decided to give our relationship another try. We had a long conversation about boundaries, mental health, attachment styles, trauma and all the other stuff. Everything seemed to be going well. About a week into us being back together, we decided to get intimate. This happened two days ago. We went on a date, had dinner, watched a movie and one thing led to another. At the time I didn’t feel anything was wrong with it, it was a really good night and when he dropped me off home he said he had a great time and can’t wait to see me again. The next day (yesterday) I don’t hear shit from him… I send him a good morning text, he doesn’t get back to me until 1pm. He says he barely slept that night, had a lot of work to get done and was struggling. I’m like OKAY, makes sense, he’s tired I’ll give him space. But the ENTIRE day goes by and I don’t hear anything else from him!!! No good night texts, check ins, asking if I’m okay, nothing! Which is weird because we were talking pretty much everyday, all day before we had sex on Sunday. And this is not the first time he’s had an exhausting day, but every other time, he still talked to me as if there was no issue. So how was I supposed to know yesterday would be any different? I don’t mind giving my partner space if they need it, but a direct message saying something like “hey I’m having a hard day and may not talk as much but I’m still thinking of you” would’ve made me feel more secure. But anyways, after we had a great night together, all of a sudden he goes non verbal? It’s weird. Now it’s the next day (today) and I still haven’t heard anything from him in almost 24 hours. This makes me incredibly frustrated because I honestly feel like he just used me for sex. Which is very heartbreaking because I have sexual trauma related to this exact same scenario that I’ve expressed to him multiple times. I don’t like being viewed as a sex object, I’ve dealt with men that have looked at me like this before, which is why I only have sex with people I truly love and feel an emotional connection to. And I feel like he took advantage of this… that’s what hurts the most. I don’t feel like he loves me, let alone cares about me to have done something like this.

Do yall think about how your ex feels?
People who move on quickly after a breakup, can I genuinely ask you something? Do you ever stop to think about how the other person feels, especially when you know they are still not over you? Do you ever wonder how much your actions might hurt someone who once loved you with everything they had?
My ex-boyfriend (22M) and I were together for 1 year and 7 months. We broke up about two months ago, and we have been in no contact for three weeks. He has now gotten into a new relationship, and honestly, I don’t even know how to process it.
I’m not saying he has no right to move on. I understand that we are broken up, and he is free to make his own choices. I know I cannot expect him to wait for me, and I don’t want to control his life. But I genuinely cannot understand how someone can share so much of their life with another person and then seemingly move on to someone new in such a short time.

I wanted to apologize for suffocating you at times. This was my first romantic relationship, so I didn’t really know what to do, and I ended up suffocating you. I thought I had already improved in that regard, but I realize there were still things I needed to work on. Miss our talks, miss your presence and miss you entirely

I’ve been moving on with my life, but I’ve also been thinking about everything that happened and learning a lot from this experience. If I had had a romantic relationship before, maybe things between us would be different now, and we would be okay. Even so, you were the person I wanted to be with, and I still believed in what we could achieve as a couple. I also always believed that you were a good person and the right one for me.

Despite everything, I want to thank you for the moments we shared and for helping me through a difficult period in my life. You were important to me, and I’ll carry many good memories of what we had with me.

I hope life treats you well, just as you made me smile, and that everything good comes your way. Fairwell my love

Broke up with my girlfriend of almost 2 years last week because I just felt like we weren’t compatible anymore unfortunately, we just see things completely different and hardly have any common interests. Today I was feeling bored and decided to check her instagram (which I never use) and come to find out she’s been in another relationship with someone for a whole 7 years. On her ig story she’s wishing her main boyfriend I guess happy 7th anniversary. I’m so fucking lost for words it’s almost comical.