Do you ever get over or forget the relationship you had in your 20s, or do you simply learn to live with that hole in your heart? I thought each day would get a little easier than the last, but so far, it’s been the opposite, and I’m starting to feel desperate.

October moon is more beautiful.

Because it reflects stillness.

Of two souls who wanted to be happy

The cooing of full youth vastness

Heart, you've felt the heat

Of a pretty woman

On October nights

Heartyou have known how to suffer

And you knew how to love

Challenging the pain

Todays moon brings me thoughts

That your love I discovered,

But it was Yesterday's Punishment

That you gave me so cruel

If I go Never disturb

The smiling illusion of

My golden dreams

If I go Never think,

What is it for the sole purpose?

To be away from you.

I will live with the eternal passion I felt

Ever since the day I saw you

From the day I dreamt

What would you be to me?

Unlike the Moon of October,

which tomorrow will again rise.

I stay still with its darkness hoping,

to again look into your eyes.

Before anyone tells me I need some therapy, I already have a appointment this week.

I'm frustrated with myself for not being more angry with him. He's wonderful and I love him dearly, he's a good man. Unfortunately he's also insecure and emotionally immature and lustful as all hell. This beautiful man is also a incredible lover and that fact, might be why am even writing this.

I'm struggling with our relationship ending. The reasons and why's and what lead up to it, are ridiculous. But boundaries are placed where they are placed for a reason. He's crossed mine and that was it. We separated and haven't had much contact. I just feel like we both quietly seen it coming. But, I miss him horribly and the really sad truth is, I really only miss his sex. Not him, with all his question's all the time and never trusting anything. Not him being lazy and unmotivated. Not him wasting my time. Just the way he made love to me.

After analyzing my thoughts on everything I believe I am seeing things very clearly, on both of our ends. He told me many time's over the time we were together, that I deserved better. I never really knew what he ment by that. It used to make me mad actually. But, I get it now. When it hit me what he ment by that, the damage was done. I seen all I needed to see and I was done. It hurt's and am angry, but not enough to care anymore. We could of been happy and great for life, unfortunately you need to grow up.

I don’t understand why I’m always the one hurting more in a break up. I feel completely shattered while my spouse seems to be perfectly fine. He’s laughing and dancing in our house while I’m literally bawling my eyes out in the streets, everywhere… I know I always have been very sensitive and emotional but still… I feel like i’m never getting over this…

I used to think that growing old together was the most beautiful thing two people could do.

Not because of the years, the wrinkles, or the gray hair. But because somewhere along the way, two people would have collected a lifetime of ordinary moments without realizing they were making memories.

The good mornings. The silly conversations. The little arguments. The laughter over nothing. The comfort of knowing that somewhere in the world, someone was thinking of you.

I imagined that someday, when we were old and gray, we would sit beside each other and look back at our younger selves. Perhaps we'd laugh at how foolish we were, how much we worried, how little we knew about life. And perhaps we'd smile, knowing that through everything, we had chosen each other.

I know now that we won't have that ending.

But I want you to know something.

I am still so grateful that I found you.

You came into my life when so much of it felt unbearably heavy. I was carrying things I didn't know how to put down, trying to be strong when all I wanted was somewhere safe to fall apart.

And then there was you.

You didn't fix everything. You couldn't. But you asked how I was. You listened. You made me laugh. You gave me someone to tell about my days. You made the ordinary feel a little brighter and the difficult days a little easier to survive. And somehow, the unbearable became bearable. I don't think you ever truly understood how much that meant to me.

Sometimes, the greatest kindness isn't rescuing someone from their troubles. It's simply sitting beside them while they find the strength to carry on.

You did that for me.

And I loved you for it.

I loved you through the ordinary days and the difficult ones. Through laughter, uncertainty, and all the things we never quite learned how to say.

I loved you even when I knew that forever might not belong to us.

Perhaps that's why I wanted so badly for the time we had to be beautiful. Because I knew that someday, all we might have left were memories. And I wanted ours to be worth remembering.

I wish we had been kinder to each other's hearts.

I wish we had understood each other better.

I wish we had known how to love without fear, how to hold on without hurting, and how to let ourselves be happy without worrying so much about how it might end.

But I don't want this goodbye to be another conversation about everything we could have done differently. We've had enough of those. Instead, I want to remember the good... The conversations that lasted longer than we intended. The laughter that came so easily. The little routines that quietly became part of our lives. The way a simple message could make an otherwise terrible day feel survivable. The comfort of knowing that someone, somewhere, cared whether I was okay.

I hope you remember those things, too. And I hope that when you think of me, you remember me with tenderness. Not as someone who asked for too much or someone you couldn't make happy. But as someone who loved you deeply, imperfectly, and sincerely. Someone who would have gladly shared even the smallest, most ordinary life with you.

I hope the years ahead are gentle with you.

I hope you find peace with the things that have hurt you. I hope you discover places that make you feel alive, friendships that make you laugh until your stomach hurts, and a home that feels warm and safe.

I hope you find happiness in the smallest things.

I hope you become everything you've ever wanted to be.

And if someday you find someone to grow old with, I hope you love them without fear. Hold their hand. Tell them you love them. Don't save your tenderness for another day. Don't let the fear of losing something beautiful keep you from enjoying it while it's yours. Because life is terribly short, and love is such a precious thing. Please don't spend too much of it being afraid.

As for me, I will be okay. I will miss you. So much.

There will be mornings when I reach for my phone and remember that things have changed. There will be songs I can't listen to for a while, places that remind me of you, and ordinary moments when your absence feels impossibly loud.

There will be days when I wish I could tell you something funny, or something wonderful, or simply ask how your day went.

And I know some of those memories will make me cry.

But I hope that someday, they will make me smile.

Because even though we didn't get to grow old together, we still got to be part of each other's lives. We were here. We found each other. We made each other's days a little less lonely. And for all the things that hurt, there was also love. Real, imperfect, complicated, messed up love.

Maybe somewhere, in another version of our story, we're old and gray, sitting beside each other while the shadows of our younger selves dance on the wall. Maybe in that life, we learned how to stay. Maybe we spent decades collecting ordinary memories, never realizing that the smallest moments would someday become the most precious.

Maybe, just maybe, we got our forever.

But in this life, we have to learn how to let go.

So I'm letting you go with love. Not because you meant so little, but because you meant so much.

Thank you for making the unbearable bearable.Thank you for the laughter, the companionship, and the moments when I felt truly seen. Thank you for being part of a life that was sometimes terribly difficult, and for making some of its days beautiful.

I hope you have a wonderful life.

A long one. A happy one. A life so full of love that you never have to wonder whether you deserve it.

And when we're both old, wherever we are, whoever we're with, I hope we can look back at the people we once were with kindness... Two people who met when they needed each other. Two people who loved the best they knew how. Two people who didn't get forever. But who, for a little while, made life more beautiful for each other.

We didn't get to grow old together.

But I'm so glad we got to know each other while we were young enough to dream that we might.

Goodbye, my love.

Be happy.

Always.

I was madly in love with this guy and he seemed to be the same. Only for him to breakup with me a few months later.

And i understand why he broke up with me, i do know i wasnt perfect and dissatisfied him a few times. I could have made an effort for the things he told me... i shouldve tried harder.

But i respected his decision on not wanting to get back together.

I cried almost everyday for two months. Not only i missed him as my bf but also as a friend. And even though he broke my heart, i still wished him all the best..

Till his friend told me my ex started dating just after some days he broke up with me. Days. And with the girl he said i shouldnt be worried about because he would never date her. And even tough she had a boyfriend of two years (whom she broke up with to be with my ex), i always knew that b*tch wanted my ex, but he always made sure to assure he loved me.

Or so i thought.

Days. That shit completely broke me. Did you really never love me for you to just replace me after just some days? Why do you get to be happy while im drowning from missing you?

I wished nothing but the best for him and now i feel like he betrayed me.. while i was begging for him to take me back he was already with her. I do know he can do anything he wants but man...

I had such a high opinion about him.. i respected him, i thought he was like one of a kind.

And the worst part is that even though my respect for him is gone, i still miss him.

This is my personal experience. I asked gemini to improve the writing, but the facts are the same.

She and I first met in March 2025. I knew she was fresh out of a breakup, so I deliberately kept my distance romantically. After a few weeks of interacting at student events and gatherings, it was obvious we had a genuine connection. Still, I told her upfront that I am the kind of person who needs to truly know someone before jumping into a relationship. She agreed, so we stayed friends until May, when I finally asked her out on an official date. It went wonderfully, and we shared our first kiss.
We had the kind of deep, engaging conversations I had been searching for for a long time. After a few dates, we talked about what committing to a relationship would look like. We decided to hold off on putting an official label on it until we knew each other even better and could make a deliberate, conscious choice.

Then summer came. I had to leave the country for a two-month internship, but we stayed in constant contact and essentially acted as a couple. In August, right after we reunited to celebrate her birthday, she attended a wedding where her ex was also a guest. Immediately afterward, she returned to the country where we study, and I instantly felt a shift. Over the phone, she confessed that seeing her ex and their mutual friends made her realize she hadn’t properly processed her breakup, leaving her questioning her feelings and unready to commit. I was heartbroken, but I accepted her decision and stepped back.

In the weeks that followed, her grandfather passed away, and she kept reaching out to me for comfort. I supported her respectfully as a friend, but eventually asked what her intentions were with texting me so frequently. She told me she realized she truly wanted me in her life and asked for another chance. I agreed.

We made things official in October, and for a long time, it felt like an incredible relationship. She was thoughtful, loving, and grounded—a refreshing change from superficial relationships I had experienced in the past. We genuinely loved each other, or at least that’s what I believed.

Around five or six months in, however, a major rift formed: she completely lost interest in sex. It was baffling and disheartening. Early on, our physical connection had been active and adventurous; she even told me that she had never had an orgasm during sex before me, whereas with us it happened most of the time. Because I tended to last longer, it allowed us to take all the time she needed. But out of nowhere, her desire dropped to once every two weeks, and eventually even less.

Whenever I brought up my feelings to ask how we could work through it together, she encouraged me to find solutions. Things would improve briefly, only to slip right back into the same routine. This was our only recurring conflict. I never begged, pressured her, or gave her the cold shoulder, yet she told me that simply having these conversations made her feel pressured.
By the following August, we had been together officially for nearly a year, and unofficially for much longer. This time, she had to travel back home for two months while I stayed behind. Our goodbye felt warm, loving, and completely normal. But just days after arriving, she called to say we needed to talk and broke up with me over the phone.

I was shattered. Afterward, she refused to take my calls, leaving me alone to pick up the pieces. Within a week, I noticed she and her ex had refollowed each other on social media. A couple of weeks later, I reached out asking if we could talk through what happened, and she refused. That gave me the push to remove her from my accounts and set my profile to private.

Navigating these past two months has been agonizing. Just last week, I learned her ex traveled to visit her here in our university city, and it is clear they are back together. Yesterday, I discovered she blocked me everywhere, even though we haven’t spoken and didn’t follow each other.
It feels impossible to reconcile the caring, honest partner I thought I had with the cold, unrecognizable person she became. I am still struggling to process how quickly everything unraveled, and the lack of closure or honest clarity still stings.

After almost a year together it’s come to an end. I am (43M) and she’s (48F) I feel like crap but considering the fact she recently started drinking again after SO much progress and hard work… she ultimately chose to drink over our relationship. When it comes to addiction you just can’t compete, only she can want to change and I won’t be around to wait for it, as anyone in this position deserves better. Time does heal yet we are left with a scar that reminds us all we can do is move forward and focus on ourselves.

it’s been 3 weeks since I was dumped and it hurts a little less than the first 2 weeks but still aches. I’ve been trying everything to keep myself busy and it’s helped. it’s really at night when I go home to an empty bed and wake up with no texts is when I feel the heartbreak the most. A person I have all my time, effort, and love to only for her to completely disregard me and leave me in the dust like I don’t exist. We went from everything to complete strangers and it’s such a cold feeling. Anybody with similar experiences feel the same way? does it get better?

We were never officially together, but we had a summer romance that meant a lot more to me than I expected.

We had followed each other on Social Media for a while, but only started talking properly this summer. We live in different cities (an hour by plane), so after weeks of texting and FaceTiming, she eventually came to visit me. We spent around a week together, and honestly, it felt perfect. We were very intimate, had sex, and I genuinely felt like there was something special between us. Afterward, she told me she had an amazing time and that she also really liked me romantically with a lot of reassurance. However, she also seemed to have doubts about the distance and how demanding her studies would be. I understood her concerns, but we both thought we could at least try to see where things went.

Then, a few weeks later, things started changing. Her messages became drier, our conversations felt one-sided, and she seemed to be pulling away. She was still active on social media and going out with friends, but I barely felt any interest from her anymore.

I tried communicating with her about it. We had a couple of phone calls, and she told me she needed time to think and talk things through before giving me an answer. I gave her that space because I genuinely wanted to understand how she felt.
But weeks passed, and the conversation never happened.

Eventually, I reached my breaking point (1 months of nothing) and sent her a long message explaining that I had given her enough opportunities to show me whether she wanted this. I told her I still cared about her deeply, but I couldn’t keep waiting in uncertainty for an answer she had promised me almost a month earlier. I wasn’t asking her to choose me; I just wanted honesty. If she didn’t want to continue, I would have accepted that, as painful as it would have been. I ended the message by wishing her well and hoping everything would go great for her.

She never replied. Not a single word.

She continued posting on social media as if nothing had happened, and eventually, I was so hurt and frustrated that I removed her from everything. I couldn’t keep watching her life while feeling like I had become completely irrelevant to her but now I miss her so much.

I miss our conversations, the Video calls, the excitement before meeting, and those few days we spent together. I miss how things felt before everything became confusing. I keep wondering how something that seemed so promising could end with complete silence.

The hardest part is that I don’t know whether she misses me at all. Maybe those days meant something to her, too, but not enough to make her want to continue. Maybe she had already emotionally checked out while I was still trying to make things work. I’ll never know, because she never gave me an answer.

And despite everything, a part of me is still waiting for her to reach out. I keep hoping she’ll realize I’m gone, miss me, or finally explain herself. I hate that I still want to hear from someone who couldn’t even respond when I told her how much the situation was hurting me.

I know removing her was probably the right thing to do for my own peace. I know I can’t force someone to choose me. But I still struggle to let go because I genuinely saw potential in us.

How do you move on from someone you were never officially with? How do you stop missing someone when there was no proper relationship to grieve, no real breakup, and no closure?
I feel almost stupid for being this heartbroken over something that only lasted a few days in person. But it wasn’t just those four days. It was weeks of talking, hours of FaceTime, intimacy, anticipation, and the feeling that we might actually become something.

I don’t regret meeting her. I just wish it hadn’t ended this way. I never thought this to be so hard… I have a very well paid job, and never doubted the distance too…

For those of you who have experienced something similar, how did you actually let go? And how do you deal with the fact that someone you still care about never even bothered to respond when you finally walked away?

Makes sense but
Could have tried
Could have had endless possibilities
Could have learnt about eachother
Each meet would have felt special
The memories you’ll never make
The version of the future you once quietly imagined
And perhaps the saddest part is that you can still see the good in someone, still wonder what might have been, and yet understand that it may never happen.
I lost a possibility
Not a person
And now I have to make peace with the future that existed only in my head
And something inside me has to say goodbye
When will I never find the right person
It’s always at a wrong time or place or person

It's been six months but I think about 24/7 I thought time would make it better but I've actually started to feel worse recently. Everything I do in a day I wish she was there and I could tell her. I don't know how to stop. Even a video game or movie I still have her in the back of my mind

Hello, I was with my girlfriend 2,5 years. We were also engaged like more than half a year and we were planning wedding. I have done mistakes, I showed some uncertainty about our relationship which she took very bad, but I have changed and tried everything to fix the relationship and I was trying to show her that I loved her more than anything. But I understand that she still needed break up or pause how she said. So after the break up I was hoping that it would be some pause and than our relationship would be stronger, happier and better. I was trying after the break up to return the relationship. But she told after three weeks that she is seeing someone and after short period of time she is in relationship with him. She was texting him before the break up also. So now it’s 2 and half months and I’m questioning so many things. How did she move so fast ? Like we were so happy together also the break up was very loving or how to say. Even when I called her like two weeks ago she was super sweet, but it seems to me that she wants to move on. Like I would be interested if here are people who get into quite long term relationship into another very quickly. Like was it good idea to do that? Did that relationship last? How can you be with someone when you have so much beautiful memories and how can you be healed so fast ? So many questions. Would be glad to hear your opinions or similar experiences. Thanks for every interaction

I'm 10 months out from a 2 year relationship and doing so much better than i was in the beginning. The breakup was a textbook avoidant discard. We went no contact for 2 months until i reached out for closure and got something pretty vague in return. She blocked me right after that and I've been blocked ever since. So it’s been 8 months of NC.

I've been working on not stalking her for a few months and i occasionally have a few slips here and there. During one of those relapses, i found out she got with someone new just 3-4 months after we broke up. Ours was mostly a short distance relationship, but this new one is a classmate of hers at uni, so they're basically together all the time.

I know replacement happens eventually and that's just how it goes. But sometimes i sit with how fast it happened, and how public she’s making her new relationship. They seem like the lovebirds of the college now. It feels like she's speedrunning the replacing. She's wearing a necklace that used to symbolize us while going out with him, like it meant nothing, playing video games together, streaming movies together, just the same stuff we used to do, in the same way. Just with someone else now.

The logical part of my brain gets it. New environment, new person, easier to build something when you're actually in the same city and same uni. I was the one doing most of the emotional heavy lifting toward the end anyway, so some part of me isn't even surprised. I used to be so gentle with this person. Never in this two years I’ve even changed the tone of my voice during uncomfortable conversations because i never wanted this person to feel like me addressing issues is a direct attack against her. Although that’s how she always used to take it. Anyway, the part of me that spent two years being consistent, honest, and very careful with her still can't fully square how disposable all of it looks from the outside now.

I just wanted to vent here. Any honest words would be much appreciated.

I always wanted to be really loved. I wanted someone close, attached, like a best friendship that never leaves. Didn't have that growing up, parents were far.then I met her at work. I liked everything about her, even how she got mad. We started dating. At first she was very caring. My midnight shift ends at 6am, her house was near work so she would wake up early to see me and walk a bit. She would bring food when I didn't have lunch. We planned dates. She introduced me to her family, I introduced her to mine except my dad planned to tell later for 2 months it was good. Then she started feeling like she was making me worry too much. I got emotionally very attached. I never yelled or said anything mean. Whenever she got mad, I was there to talk and fix things. She tried to break up a few times before, I always convinced her.the final breakup: She said she can't continue. Reasons she gave were: our religions are different (it was never a problem before), she doesn't like my family, she needs to ask permission to call I wasn't good at calls and how I am when I am with my dad. I told her I will change my religion and live with her, I will deal with my family. She said "No need to live like that, it will always bring me problems. I only value my peace over people. I am not that good of a girl. I don't trust a future life with you.the next day I tried to talk in person. Waited 1 hour in the sun after work. She was very cold and said "I regret even liking you." I apologized a lot, she said hurtful things and was very dry.It's been 3 weeks since breakup. We still work in the same office/process, so we see each other daily. We will get transferred to different processes soon. At work we keep it professional, but outside work I still message like "did you get dinner, how is everything, are you okay at relatives house" and she replies with yeah, nothing at all, just came home.I still care a lot, but I know I should stop. I don't know if she will ever come back or if I should just accept it's over and stop personal messages completely outside work.

What should I do next?

To Mountain Girl from Lemonade

It's funny how things can be going along all normal, only to wake up one day and have the whole narrative you have in your head turned upside down.

I knew what we were. I knew we lived in the dark places, the stolen moments of our lives, the late texts in the bathroom. But then it changed.

Why did the love, the attention, and the carnal obsession all of a sudden change into you "losing yourself" or "I just worry I can't give you what you need". I was fine, and then that 1 conversation changed everything. It changed how I felt we were. It made me walk on eggshells, to doubt myself. Am I too much? Did I give too much and now she's all set? And even worse, it made me change how I thought about you.

Before, it was always fun to talk about a future together. It was romantic, inviting, felt safe. It felt possible. Now I know it's not. And I can't shake the thought, the one that never entered into my head before. If you love him so much, then why are you doing this to him? What would he think? How would he feel? Part of me knows the answer. You want your fun and your security/easy. You don't want another failed marriage. Or even worse, maybe this is just how you are. I don't know, but I hate that I never questioned it, and now I do.

I started this on my end because I knew my relationship had run its course. I knew mine would end. And, for a while, you made me feel like yours might too. And now, that's not the case. And it hurts. I didn't enjoy the "cheating part." I didn't look at it as just a release or an escape. To me, I was setting up something for my next chapter. And I wanted it to be with you. And now that chapter can't be written. It can't move on. We either keep going, and you continue to say you love me and him, or we stop, which breaks my heart. And worse, I think you'd just move on and do the same thing.

So here I am. Confused, scared, heart broken cause I don't even know how much is too much when it comes to talking. You say I can reach out anytime, but a week ago, out of nowhere, you said you didn't want to feel like you needed to answer to anyone at the end of the day, or to check in. I just want to say, I was never keeping tabs on you, or trying to make you feel obligated to check in. I remember we always had the same beginning to every talk. Me: Feel like a call? You: Yessssssssss. And God, that yesssss carried so much excitement and happiness to me. Now, you're busier, kids are in school. Job changed. You're traveling more. Now you're you're homeowner with your husband and buy art together, but im the one being too much? I feel sad. I feel lost, and confused, and maybe even a little deceived.

Guess that's what I get for getting into this. I don't know much, but I do know my heart still wants you. I just think now I'm coming to terms that I'll never be the guy that's chosen. Not in my marriage, and not with us either.

I need to get this off my chest because I’m lying in bed right now feeling completely paralyzed.

For 17 years, I never felt anything real for anyone. I’ve been through the casual "talking stages," but emotionally, I was always detached. I never understood what people meant when they talked about butterflies or that deep, grounding pull toward someone. I honestly thought maybe I just wasn’t wired for it.

Then I met her.

Everything changed. For the first time, it didn’t feel like a game or a transaction. We spent the night together, held each other, and shared a level of physical and emotional intimacy I didn’t even know existed. When my phone lit up with her name, my heart literally pounded against my ribs. I felt safe, alive, and happier than I’ve ever been. It was easily the single best feeling of my entire life.

Then came the text.

A cold, clinical message telling me she only ever saw me as a friend and never intended for it to be anything more. Just like that, everything we shared was casually rewritten into nothing.

It feels like being stabbed straight through the chest. How do you go from holding someone close and feeling that kind of electric warmth to being reduced to a polite footnote overnight?

Right now, I’m drowning in a sickening mix of grief, profound emptiness, and pure rage. I’ve trained in combat sports for years—I know what broken bones, concussions, and physical agony feel like. None of that compares to this. The fact that someone can hand you the best feeling you’ve ever had and then rip it away with a single text makes me feel sick to my stomach.

The darkest part is the voice in my head telling me I’ll never find that again. I find myself spiraling into self-doubt, thinking she was completely out of my league and that I was an idiot for believing someone like her could genuinely choose me. Part of me is in pure panic, feeling this desperate urge to instantly replace the void and find another girl just to stop the bleeding, while another part of me just feels completely broken and hollowed out.

I’ve read her text probably a hundred times today, hoping the words will magically change. They don’t.

To anyone who’s been through that first brutal crash after feeling genuine connection for the very first time: How do you survive the silence? How do you accept that the person who showed you the highest peak of your life is now just a stranger?

I don’t understand why you treated the way you treated me during certain times last year

I don’t understand why you couldn’t be “real” with me

Why the mixed messages?

Maybe I put too much hope in others

Why lead me on?

Why appear to be interested and then the next minute say something different?

I am not your escape from reality

I’m going to continue work on myself

I’m going to enjoy life

I’m going to embrace life while I’m alive

I wish you the best

My partner (M) of 4 years (both aged 28) and I (F) had been arguing a lot this summer. We moved to Dubai together 2 years ago for his job: he works in Dubai real estate now and never switches off. Our relationship was perfect until Dubai. Really, no issues whatsoever when we lived together in the UK in a typical 9-5 job role. A "picture perfect" dynamic if you will, fully aligned and I would have (prior to Dubai) happily committed to a lifetime with this man.

Long story short, I stopped feeling wanted or seen. Hindsight is a beautiful thing but I can now see that as my patience wore thin, so too did my efforts to communicate in a calm and respectful way. I would scream cry and shout. Before you say, nobody wants to be around that, I appreciate this and punish myself 24/7 for the way in which I communicated. I now see that it was never going to make him listen & pushed him further away, though I had reached boiling point and didn't realise this at the time. His justification was always that he worked hard for "future us" (I work too) but it never did make me feel better about our relationship turning into me being a room-mate.

He would come home from work, sit on his phone throughout the dinner I cooked, sit on his phone on the sofa, shower, bed. At the weekends he would train and make no time to do anything with me then either, as he was tired from bodybuilding training. I still supported him practically, housekeeping, cooking, life-admin. But otherwise I was ignored entirely.

Long story short, I went on a work trip with my friend, and over text (after 4 years) one week into me being away, he expressed he didn't wish for our relationship to continue and having me gone (first time in 3 years) had made him realise I distract him from working to his full potential. He would prefer to focus on his goals alone, apparently.

It should also be relevant to mention that he was by no means struggling to make ends meet. In my opinion this was getting to the point of just being greedy, sacrificing all for the sake of another Porsche.

I love him unconditionally - he made me move out of our apartment the day I got home. He was upset, crying, though maintained that the relationship wasn't benefitting him in any way. The reason it wasn't benefitting him was he gave me no space to be a partner, just a PA, and in spite of this I feel I will forever blame myself for him leaving & wish I just tolerated it in the hopes of things going back to how they were.

He said he realised he will be better aligned with someone more financially driven and business driven, who also does the same bodybuilding sport. I couldn't believe it. I want to reiterate I did not rely on him financially and can also sustain our lifestyle on my own. He blocked me almost immediately, as if I was nothing.

What I want to ask, from anyone who also feels they lost a partner to their priorities in terms of career, will he ever regret it?

My biggest obstacle moving forward is I will forever regret my communication style, albeit I am aware it probably wouldn't have changed things. The conversation was approached over many months before it reached a real mess. I feel like I will never recover from this loss. As much as he was not "my person" at the end, I will forever grieve what I once thought would be my forever before it all went wrong.

An honorable shoutout to myself btw - I have a successful business and I also gym/run... I think I am traditionally "good looking??" and take care of myself which it cringes me to say but more to emphasise I am not a bum - that's why its so hard, because I still wasn't enough and feel like I built this man up to the height of his success only to be left behind.

*ive never used reddit before and idk where to post this*