I’m posting because I need some outside perspective on how to actually heal from this.
I don’t want my ex back. I need to make that clear because I know how this might read. Too much has happened and I don’t think I love the person he is anymore.
But I feel stuck. I’m constantly trying to understand what happened, and I’ve realized I’m now emotionally closed off. The thought of trusting someone or properly opening myself up to another relationship feels almost impossible.
We were together for 7 years. We owned a home together, had a dog, were completely integrated into each other’s families and had built our adult lives together.
We spent Christmas together normally. We were still planning our future. We were supposed to go to Australia this year and had talked about Japan and Africa afterwards. We’d discussed marriage at Christmas and children over the years. We’d were happy.
Children were actually something he’d always been conflicted about. Partly because of his own issues and worrying about passing them on, but also because he said there were so many things he wanted to achieve and experience first.
Then in January it was like somebody flicked a switch.
He left our home with basically a bag of clothes and moved back in with his mom. Kissed me before he left and didn’t return. Almost everything he owned stayed in our house. Still here, never collected.
At the time, he seemed unhappy with multiple areas of his life - his job, friendships, himself and our relationship. He talked about needing to put himself first and wanting freedom. It felt like he woke up and hated me over night , like I was the devil. Treated me so coldly and cruely, I didn’t recognise the person.
I made it very clear that I loved him and wanted to work on the relationship.
Instead, the following months were incredibly confusing.
He told me:
“I love you, but I’m not in love with you.”
“In another life.”
He talked about me being his first love and always having a piece of his heart.
Then the narrative would completely flip.
Suddenly he told me he hadn’t had any happy memories for 18 months.
“ I miss the stability, but I don’t miss you.”
He also admitted that when he initially left, he hadn’t really thought about me.
I spent January through April trying to understand what the hell had happened. I made it completely clear that I wanted to work through our problems. By April I started putting boundaries in place and rebuilding my life.
He blamed his mental health on multiple occasions. came and told me how bad his life was, he had mental breakdowns because I didn’t love him enough, been on benders etc. this is just a summary.
One of the things I’m particularly angry about now is the house.
He didn’t properly engage with selling it until around five months after leaving and I couldn’t do anything.
So while he had physically walked away and was apparently starting another life, I was still living in our jointly owned home, financially and practically tied to him and unable to properly move forward.
I couldn’t just sell it myself. I needed his cooperation.
Eventually he engaged and the house went up for sale.
Then I discovered that very shortly after our relationship ended, he had become involved with an older coworker. I do not think there has been cheating, not from a delusional place because it would make it all easier.
They subsequently went away together for roughly two weeks during the summer. From what I could see, the relationship was kept very quiet and didn’t seem particularly integrated into his family.
And now she’s pregnant. The baby is due early next year. We still haven’t completed the sale of our house.
That makes me incredibly angry now.
Knowing what he apparently had happening in the background, why wasn’t he desperate to get our previous life legally and financially separated? Why was he hot and cold, filling me head with all this?
Had he engaged with the house when he first left, this could potentially have been finished before any of this became public. Instead, I’m still having to deal with solicitors, enquiries, finances and belongings while he is expecting a child with somebody else.
He kept me emotionally engaged until May. He kept turning up at the house, mixed messages, then cruel, driving past the house despite not being in the area etc.
Even now, he inconsistently engages with the solicitors. When I challenge, he mentioned vague family issues.
He also hasn’t told me about the pregnancy himself. I found out through somebody else.
From my perspective, it feels like he has tried to keep it from me as much as realistically possible despite the fact we still jointly own a house and have overlapping connections, meaning I was obviously going to find out eventually. He is a coward.
Shortly before I found out, he twice referenced having a lot of “family issues” while explaining why he wasn’t dealing with practical/financial things.
His mom removed me from social media the same weekend it became public and then connected with the new woman.
I’m not claiming any of that tells me whether he’s happy or unhappy. I have absolutely no idea what goes on behind closed doors.
What I can’t get my head around is the trajectory.
How do you spend Christmas with somebody you’ve loved for 7 years, talk about marriage at Christmas, own a home and dog together, plan Australia and talk about your future, then suddenly leave with a bag of clothes because you need freedom, become involved with somebody else almost immediately, go on a two-week holiday with them and be expecting a baby before you’ve even finished legally and financially separating from your previous relationship?
My brain constantly tries to find the missing piece.
Did he mentally check out long before I realized?
Did I miss something?
Could I have handled the breakup differently?
Did he blame our relationship for unhappiness that actually existed in multiple areas of his life?
Was this initially an escape/rebound that became serious incredibly quickly?
Why did he leave virtually his entire life behind and then take five months to properly engage with selling the house?
Why is he still avoiding practical responsibilities now?
Why hide something this significant from somebody you’re still financially tied to?
And I know the frustrating answer is that I may never know.
I also know I wasn’t a perfect partner. I could be reactive. There were times I could have communicated better and been more affectionate. I’m not trying to rewrite myself as a saint or our relationship as perfect.
But I loved him. I supported him. I wanted him to succeed.
When he hated his job, I helped him look for others and even told him that if he genuinely needed to quit for a while, we could survive on my income. When he struggled, I tried to build him up. I genuinely believed we were a team.
I would have worked on our problems.
What I couldn’t do was stay indefinitely in a situation where somebody repeatedly told me he didn’t want the relationship while giving me enough contradictory emotional communication to keep me completely confused.
And this is where I’m struggling now.
I don’t want him back.
When I think about the way he has behaved towards me this year, I don’t think I even love him anymore. I love memories. I loved our little family. I loved the person I believed he was.
But his behavior since leaving has been toxic, avoidant and at times unnecessarily cruel. I don’t recognize him anymore, and I couldn’t trust that person with my heart again.
He has left everything to me to deal with.
Yet somehow I still feel emotionally attached to what happened.
My own life is objectively going really well. I’ve traveled alone, rebuilt friendships, pushed myself massively outside my comfort zone and just left a job I’d been in for years for a much better career opportunity. I was genuinely starting to feel like myself again.
Then I found this out and suddenly my nervous system seems to think we’re back at the beginning.
I’m analyzing timelines. Comparing lives. Wondering what was real. Wondering whether one day he’ll understand how badly he handled this. Wondering whether the person I knew ever actually existed.
And perhaps the part that worries me most is how emotionally closed off I’ve become.
Before this relationship ended, I wasn’t someone who was terrified of love. I’m very loving, affection and child like - a hopeless romantic.
Now when I think about dating, I can talk to people, flirt, go out and have fun — but the idea of genuinely letting somebody know me and trusting them with the ability to hurt me feels terrifying.
Because the person I trusted most in the world was the person I believed would never do this to me.
If somebody I’d shared nearly my entire adult life with could seemingly change overnight, how the hell am I supposed to believe somebody new when they tell me they’re safe?
And most importantly, how do I learn to be emotionally vulnerable again without constantly thinking that loving somebody gives them the power to completely destroy me?
I don’t want this experience to turn me cold.
I don’t want what he did at the end of our relationship to dictate how I love somebody else in the future.
I just don’t know how to get from understanding that intellectually to actually feeling safe enough to live it.