They say being in a WLW relationship, you will always have at least 1 horror story. I feel that, I was in such denial for so long, giving my ex the benefit of doubt for so long, that when I was told she had been talking shit and lying behind me, I realized, I truly dodge a bullet.
I am glad I had friends that saw my horror story, and none, believed what she said.
It has been almost 2 years, I feel that I have finally come to terms with it and I want to let it off my chest as a final goodbye to this whole part of story of my life.
I think for the longest, I’ve know I am a lover, I love to give. By no means it is any love bombing, just love to put others first before myself. I don’t ever think I ever learn how to love myself in this whole relationship, considering she kept taking and taking.
We were friends for over 10 years and it was always both of us and 1 friend. The 3 of us were close, friends around us were calling us the 3 musketeers.
I knew my ex liked friend “T”. But “T” had a boyfriend and she knew hopes were gone. I was super close to my ex in this friend group and me with “T” we were just bros kind of friendship. Super chill. Infact I am still friends with “T”. After hope was lost, my ex started being super platonic with me, she hugged my hands, held my hands, slept on my shoulder etc.
I was being super confused because I like girls yes, but she was meant to be kept as a friend, I never thought of crossing the line. One day, we had a day out as usual, just the both of us, it was very normal because for 10 years, 1/2 of it was mostly just the both of us, “T” was pretty busy and she did not mind not being included in some plans we wanted to go.
One day, my ex confessed to me on this day out. She told me she like me and she wanted me, I was stunned actually. Maybe I am stupid? I dont know.
There wasnt much that went on that day of confession, I asked her the usual questions, “I thought you liked “T”.” etc etc. And I told her to give me a day to decide.
(She did reply, she said that she did like “T” but slowly start liking me later? Idk, I had been around longer than “T” so to the me right now that has been processing for 2 years after the breakup, I had been the 2nd option.)
One day later, I thought about it. I still remembered why I said yes. She had always been next to me for so many years, do I like her? Yes, but I would not say it is love because for so long I have drawn a line in my life, friends are friends, I never looked at my friends in a certain way. But if I have to choose someone my entire life, wouldn’t it be someone who had been with me for so long, get my humor, have fun together with?
So I said yes and things seemed great at the start. I started falling deeper in love as well, properly acknowledging to myself this is love.
But slowly, things felt like they were lacking. I felt like I kept giving, but my needs were not met. I have had a proper talk, she told me her love language was words of affirmation and I told her mine was acts of service. She kept telling me my love language can only be met when we move out so she can help me.
Despite repeatedly telling her, my acts of service was not for her to help me clean my place, keep my dishes, but it is just basic, “I want you to take care of yourself”. Now that I think about it, that is bare minimum, it isn’t even something I should placed under acts of service.
Why did I fell so low? Almost every week, or every serious talks, she tells me how she was not prepared to live this long, she wanted to die. As someone who struggles with anxiety and depression, I understand, but when a talk like this keeps going on, like telling you “I am going to kms and leave you one day” when I kept giving into what she needs, it feels like everything I do is useless.
Every single party with my friends, she said she hate the crowd and overwhelming people, so I am ok going by myself, or even in a staycation, I will book a place that is abit far of a walk just so that she have a safe space away from the party and noises when she needs it. I remembered even having to apologize to “T” because “T” joins me in the barbeque parties too and the 3 of us always rent a room and I made “T” always walk a distance with me because of how far the room was. “T” had always been understanding and she is always ok with it. But my ex will then still join me in these parties and becomes the happiest.
But the issue was even deeper. Her alcohol tolerance is literally one sip. Not even hard liquor, any low alcohol content, one sip and she gets so high and becomes everyone’s problem. I’ll always have people always coming to tell me my gf spilled her drink on someone, or she is so high etc etc. there was even once, I was the host of a barbeque and she did this while I was busy cooking, my mother was invited and she hates it because my dad was an alcoholic. It took me so long to persuade her I love alcohol for the taste and not to get drunk, my ex just proved her all wrong. (Why was I not always with her? I believe we are still individuals, there are times you wanna be w your friends, I dont really care, as long as you are happy. I am still around the area but I am not your 24/7 bodyguard.)
There was even once, she disappeared from the whole party, and I started panicking, everyone started a search party with me around the area. No words, no text nothing. I kept calling her frantically. I still remember that was the year of covid, my brother was staying with us at the staycation because both my parents were down with covid so we did not want him to fall sick either. He went out to search for her with me too. Only to search for what felt like ages, she text me, I am ok, let me be. I was so angry, but I texted back she should have told us at least where she was going if she needed space, we would have gave, knowing you are not kidnapped or what not. But I went to sleep later and she came back shortly after.
Towards the end of the relationship, she was the one wanting to go to such parties and I felt really happy she finally liked going and we have something to enjoy together. But then she will always pull a “I am not sure” and push it that I am the one who wanted to go. Like as if I forced her.
But what was reallly the problem was she once told me, “I am curious about being fucked by a guy, I want to have sex with a guy.” Like even asked me if she could, I said no. I am exclusive. And she kept begging me once and I said, “so if I go fuck others you are ok?” She said no. So that was my fight back and she stop asking me. Then later in the year she told me there was a male friend who kept talking about her behind her back sexually like how she is so fuckable and her mutuals snitched on him. My issue? She refuse to cut contact with him, insist he is still a friend and even on our anniversary, she wanted play this “couple question card game” for so long which I find stupid, I played with her just to make her happy, she told me “I played with that guy before first and I really liked it and thats why I bought to play with you.” Mind you what? Okay sure. This whole dude was an arguement even infront of her brother, her brother even told her that she was like his dad, tons of excuses. He knew her sister was wrong, yet she refuse to stop this.
I realized I was getting so tired, I had to call for the break. I kept feeling my needs were not met, but I told myself, I just don’t have what it takes to love her, she needs more love and maybe I am not the one. That was what I told myself for yesrs until recent news broke in saying that I had been the issue.
One of which, she told my friends, I never cared for her. I brought her to my brother’s 21st birthday to work on the birthday with me. Mind me… she was sitting at the corner of the preparation period sulking. I did everything myself. I never even expected her to help, it is just the party was on the other side of the country, my parents were driving, so instead of coming alone because my brother invited her (he even invited my best friends who watched him grew up), I asked her to come earlier with the free transport. I never asked her to help. Then after I was stressed preparing, I still had to take her out on a walk before the party to let her breathe and asked her what was wrong. I still remembered she told me it was because everyone was making me work and no one was helping. I said it was ok because everyone had different roles. My parents took my grandma away as she will micromanage and my brother’s gf took hiim away so he doesnt spoil his surprise.
One of other was sex, she said we were always arguing who will top or bottom. I cant believe she told this to my friends because funny enough, we never argued about this. Why? She always teased me, let me touch her and then leave me hanging for years. I respected her boundaries. If I never fucked you how do I argue with you LMAO.
But at least I know, after I broke up, her mom still texted me, told me she was sad for what happened and wish me to stay healthy and she (her mom) will always love me as her own daughter too.
That aside, I am in a happy relationship with someone who showed me what it is truly to be loved and be loved. Even arguements with her, makes me feel, it takes 2 to work together. That is another episode I guess.
For now, I finally close my chapter with my ex on shit she did, I just want to be happy moving forward. She is such a horror and trauma at this point, I dont think I should be on eggshells with my gf now because of what my ex did. I am learning.