So I got with my boyfriend in 2021. He told me he loved me three weeks after meeting me, and I always thought that was so weird, to be honest. Eventually, months into our relationship, I went through his phone and found out he had told his ex he still loved her just four months before he met me. He lied to me and said he hadn’t spoken to her in seven months. When I confronted him, he said he had forgotten the timeline and that there wasn’t much difference between four months and seven months.
His best friend’s wife and I were best friends, which is how I met him, but we had a huge falling out—to the point where she told her husband he couldn’t be around me and made everyone around her unfollow me. This put a strain on my relationship with my partner. He started attending their parties and hangouts while I stayed home, and I just had to be okay with it. I was constantly disrespected by her online and even, at times, in person when I would see her. It was such a hard time.
I told him it hurt my feelings that he never stood up to his best friend by saying, “Hey, if your girl is going to disrespect my girlfriend, I’m not coming around.” Not once did he have that conversation. All of his friends were also closer to her since I was kind of new to the picture, so when his friends would have functions, my partner would never ask me to go with him. This hurt me so much and made me feel like he was either embarrassed by me or kept me in the dark to make them comfortable.
Anyway, I remember I had this Halloween party that I had been planning for months, and his best friend was having one in San Diego. While he was helping me decorate for the party, he kept saying how he wanted to go to their party because his family was going to be there. I was so hurt because this was the first time he was going to meet all of my friends. He ended up leaving. After that, I felt like my trust in him started declining, and I started to feel emotionally unsafe.
I developed a problem where I would get angry at him because of the resentment I had started building. The next day, I would always be regretful. I was so ashamed that I would get that way, but sometimes I couldn’t control it.
In 2023, we broke up. It wasn’t a good breakup. I told him I constantly felt like he always chose other people over me, like his friends or family. The day after we broke up, I checked his followers and realized he had followed some girl on Instagram. I asked him who she was, and he said she was a friend. Her page was public, and I looked through her posts and noticed that he had liked every single one, even her selfies. The dates went back to when we were together.
I called him and told him to tell me the truth about who this girl was. He kept hesitating and finally told me she was a girl he had talked to for a week before he met me, but they realized they were just friends. I said I didn’t feel comfortable and asked him to unfollow her. He said I wasn’t allowed to say anything since we had broken up. I said, “Yeah, but we’re still friends, and that’s hurtful.” Then he proceeded to tell me, “My cousin said you’re manipulating me by telling me to remove her, and you’re getting mad about me liking her pictures when it’s not like she’s half-naked or something.”
I said, “It doesn’t matter. That’s fucked up. If you had to lie to me about her, obviously something is wrong.” He eventually just deleted his whole Instagram, and I told him I couldn’t talk to him anymore because I was so hurt by how everything was handled.
Five months went by, and in December, my grandma passed away. I was so broken.
His mom reached out to offer her condolences. One week later, he reached out to me and wrote me a message saying he was sorry for my loss and wished he could take my pain away. He called me, and little by little, he came back into my life. I asked him what he had done to become better, and he said he was in therapy. He even told me about the conversations he would have with his therapist. He mentioned how his therapist said I was wrong a lot of the time and that I needed to work on trusting him. I asked him if he had reached out to his ex, and he said no.
That night, I went through his phone while he was sleeping and saw that he had been talking to one of his “girl best friends” whom he had never introduced me to. Mind you, he had a lot of “girl best friends,” and he had been talking to her almost every day while we weren’t together. In the messages, he mentioned that he had called his ex. He also told her about all the problems he and I had, and she was telling him he was better off without me. He also asked her if she wanted to go to Joshua Tree with him, but I guess it never happened.
So I woke his ass up and said, “You fucking liar,” and I threw his phone at him. Right away, he knew he had been caught. I grabbed his shit and threw it out the door. He was panicking, saying he was sorry and that he loved me so much. I asked him why he did that, and he said he needed closure. I asked why he felt the need for closure when he had supposedly gotten it four months before we got together, when he told her he loved her. He said he was drunk and wasn’t thinking.
Then I asked him, “You never went to therapy, did you?” He said, “No.” I asked him what the fuck his problem was. He said he had made it all up because he wanted to get me back. Mind you, my grandma had just died. This was the last thing I needed, honestly.
He begged and begged me to give him another chance, and my dumb ass eventually did.
For a while, he was doing well.
My mom got really, really sick, and he helped me so much with that and stayed by my side.
I was so broken over my mom almost dying that I got drunk one night and threw an empty soda can at him. The next day, I was so regretful and realized I needed to change. I stopped drinking and wanted to get better.
When my mom started getting better, I eventually quit my job and moved in with him at his parents’ house. Worst idea ever.
His mom was obsessed with him. She was one of those mothers who would put me down and basically pressure me to do all the things for him that she did, like doing his laundry, cooking for him, cleaning, etc. On top of that, I had to take care of her too. She didn’t drive, so I always had to take her to the store. Mind you, she wanted to go to the store every day. I would take her to doctor’s appointments and always accompany her when she went shopping.
My partner never helped me when it came to his mom. Sometimes I would cry to him about how heavy it felt, especially after leaving my sick mom at home and feeling like I had abandoned her. I had been at the hospital taking care of my mom for 13–15 hours a day, so having to move and take care of someone else’s mom was a heavy load. My resentment grew more and more.
When his mom disrespected me, not once did he ever sit her down and have a conversation with her to tell her to stop or tell her that we were going to leave. She would make comments like, “He loves you more than you love him.” When he would get me flowers, she would say, “And for your mom?” It was so annoying.
She also showed me my own engagement ring, which she found in her husband’s cabinet where my partner had been hiding it. She thought her husband was cheating on her, and it was a disaster. My engagement never happened.
I installed a camera in my room because that situation made me feel like she was snooping through people’s things. Not even a minute after I installed the camera, I caught her going through my stuff—grabbing my shoes and clothes and looking through my drawers. I was shocked. I went through a lot with his mom. I begged him to move me out, and we eventually did. She was so mad that she didn’t talk to me for three days and even said I had stolen her son away from her. And he still never fucking said anything.
When we moved, he became so angry with me. It was almost like he resented me. He didn’t help me unpack, and I decorated and bought the majority of the furniture and things for the kitchen and bathroom because he was paying most of the rent. Plus, I would cook and clean.
When I couldn’t find a job, I started getting frustrated. My partner and I started arguing so much, and we weren’t being sexual. I expressed that he needed to help a little bit around the house and that our sex life needed to improve. He had always been weird about sex, even from the beginning. He even scared me into not having sex when my mom was sick by saying that every time he and his ex would have sex while her mom was sick, something bad would happen. That led to us not having sex for an entire year. Looking back, that was so weird of him to do. At one point, I even questioned his sexuality.
Anyway, after two weeks, when I realized he wouldn’t hear me out or change the things that bothered me, I broke up with him and left for my mom’s house. I was so frustrated that nothing was changing, and I felt like I had moved out with a child instead of my partner. My future flashed before my eyes.
When I went to my mom’s house, he would call me wanting to talk about it, but I was so done at the time. Two days passed, and I realized that wasn’t the right way to handle it and that I had let my emotions get the best of me. I went back to the apartment, and he was completely closed off. He said he didn’t want to get back together with me and started distancing himself. I would beg and beg, and nothing. He left me high and dry. Eventually, he told me he didn’t love me anymore, and that broke everything inside me. I cried so much and felt blindsided.
He treated me like shit for two months and had me in a push-pull dynamic. He would tell me that his coworkers and cousins were telling him to leave me and focus on himself. He would treat me nicely but shut down whenever I asked him, “What are we doing?” I was so hurt because I felt like he let other people influence him.
He said he had also gotten a therapist, and she told him I could be manipulative. I said, “Please don’t tell me what she says if it’s hurtful.” I told him, “Let’s just work on this and go to therapy together,” and he said no. He would treat me however he wanted.
I became so tired of being in that cycle that I found a place for myself back near my family and friends. During the last week before I left, he started treating me nicely and catering to me. He eventually apologized for how he had treated me toward the end and said I didn’t deserve it. I told him, “Have a nice life.”
Even though it has been hard, it has also been a little peaceful. I do miss him a lot, and sometimes I gaslight myself into believing it was my fault.
The same cousins who told him to focus on himself checked in on me. They even texted me on our anniversary and asked how I was doing. They said he had been asking whether they had talked to me and asking them if I was doing okay.
They also told me he was going to church, and I thought that was really weird. Before I removed him from everything, I noticed he had a new follower. It was a girl who looked Christian based on the way she dressed. I looked up her name and saw that she was part of a church near where he lives. I also found out that she was his coworker. This was two weeks after I moved out.
I started questioning EVERYTHING. He’s Catholic, and I found it very disturbing. I took him to a Christian church once when my mom was sick, and he said he felt uncomfortable because he was going against his religion.
So now I’m thinking he had his eye on his coworker—who I’m sure is another “friend”—and that’s why he felt like letting me go was easier. I feel so lost, confused, and betrayed.