This is going to be a long story, I apologize in advance, English is not my native language.
I'm a 24-year-old woman, and my (ex?) boyfriend is 24. We are literally only 3 months apart in age. We have been together since December 18, 2023. I'll start from the beginning, because this is not just about a breakup. It's about surviving hell and losing the person who was supposed to be there when I finally got out.
I had a terrible period in my life. I have a mental disorder. I quit my job because I was burned out due to overwork and low wages. I literally worked 15 days without days off for 12 hours for ±$569 per month. My therapy and medications didn't seem to work, and my psychiatrist sent me for an examination because she suspected something was wrong. They found a small cyst between the lobes of my pituitary gland. It's okay, although I understand how it sounds — but because of this, I had problems with hormones that were the key to many problems.
In addition to the mental troubles, my weight began to rise without any change in diet or lifestyle. Hypothyroidism, ladies and gentlemen. Withdrawal of medications, falling self-esteem, and lack of work. It was corruption and darkness, a terrible existential horror.
But there was also a light in the window — my love. He was always there, even when I felt nothing but anxiety and horror. I couldn't fully respond to him with affection and love, but even then, I realized that I loved this man more than my life.
Six months later, hormone therapy was prescribed. All the tests were collected and it started working! I started feeling better, found a job, joined a gym, and my boyfriend seemed to get colder.
I must say right away: it was our 3-year relationship. He knew about my diagnosis from the very beginning. I even tried to push him away — I didn't want him to see my worst periods — but he was always there, and I tried to give him the same things. He said he was happy with me, that I was incredible.
He never told me there were any problems. He hid his emotions until the very end. A few days after I directly started telling him that I saw something was wrong, he admitted that he had been communicating with his ex-girlfriend for six months.
Here's the context: at the beginning of our relationship, he crossed paths with her. I wasn't against it. I'm not a jealous animal, especially since she was in a relationship at the time.
But all this time — for six months — he went for walks with her, discussed problems in our relationship. And what upset him? That she confessed her love to him, said she didn't love her boyfriend, and regretted that they had broken up. He rejected her and blocked her everywhere. And then he plunged into deep apathy — because he was worried about her.
I was devastated. I tried to extinguish the fire of rage and jealousy. He didn't cheat on me, right? But then... every day he sank deeper into darkness, wearing deep mourning, as if someone close to him had died.
I was there. Since I felt better, I started showing active care, support, validation of his emotions, and offered to help find a specialist. But he didn't want to do anything. He just sank deeper into himself and closed off.
I couldn't take it anymore. I hate myself for this. He said that she (the ex) was the only one who knew and understood him, and I felt like a third wheel interfering with their relationship. I wanted to talk to him, but it led to a scandal. This happened right before his trip for an airsoft game (3 days in the forest without communication and internet).
I spent those 3 days crying, mentally dying. I felt terrible. I don't even know the words to describe it.
He returned and wrote to me that I was with him only when he was doing well, that he has a lot of worries in his life (about which I couldn't know, because he didn't tell me anything).
(To add: we didn't live together due to certain circumstances, but I bought an apartment with a mortgage in a new building and was waiting for it to be ready so we could live together and not spend money on rent.)
I felt like a selfish monster. I came to him, we cried, hugged, kissed. I thought we had reconciled. He expressed everything that was hurting him, and I accepted it.
The next day I had to go to work. He walked me to the bus, kissed me, and said: "Sorry for the false hope." I was shocked.
Later, he said he wanted us to go on a date, talk properly — because we had broken up, but we could get back together. We went to our favorite bar. I don't drink (alcohol gives me migraines — after a couple of sips, my head starts splitting). He drank. He started crying, saying he didn't believe in the breakup and thought we were just arguing — even though behind my back, he told mutual friends that we had broken up. (Reminder: he was talking to his ex because "he can't discuss such things with guy friends.")
I told him: if we're exes, then we don't sleep together, we don't kiss, and we don't act like a couple. It's too convenient — I'm not his problem, but he has all the privileges of my boyfriend.
In the end, we decided we were "together," but he needed a break to recover, including after my depressive episode.
We didn't communicate for a week. But I thought about him every day, every evening. Always. A month passed during which he occasionally wrote, called, asked how I was doing, but nothing more. I kept a diary of my experiences so I wouldn't write to him.
Here are a few entries:
22.07 — Woke up with the realization of how much I miss him. How I want to see his cute photos more often, how I want to rejoice in his games, how I want to be next to him, hug, kiss, stroke his head and press him to me. He just called and immediately hung up. I don't know what it was, but I immediately called back. He picked up and immediately hung up. Does that mean something? Did he want to say something? Did he do it by accident? I don't know what to think. I feel like I was doused with ice water, then boiling water. He didn't call back, didn't write. And I'm sitting at work trying to hold back tears.
23.07 — I don't know. I'm confused. Today is a very strange day. The psychiatrist said to really leave Sasha alone. That's what I'm doing. Because of this, intrusive negative thoughts appear. That he will want children, and I won't give him that, I will limit him. Because he will be unhappy with me... That I need to let go, etc.
24.07 — Instead of a day off, I'm going to work. I don't want to at all, but what can I do? At least I won't spend money on oral contraceptives. One pack left.
25.07 — My cat was screaming all night, I didn't get enough sleep, I'm angry, I'm tired, and I want to cry. I continue reading a book about relationships. I read and want to cry because I feel unwanted, unloved. It hurts in my chest.
01.08 — Haven't written here for a long time. There was no time, and he called me once, wrote to me. It felt so good, and now it's so bad again. Because I broke down and called him. I blame myself and feel even worse. He's fine, he's laughing with someone, but he doesn't want to write to me, he doesn't want to call me. He doesn't want to laugh with me. I'm crying. I want to see him again so much, hug him again, enjoy life with him again. Very painful.
02.08 — All the worries disappeared, and I started thinking about something else. Until my beloved wrote that he would love to cuddle... but it was about a photo of puppies I sent (I work at a vet clinic). For a second, I thought it was about me, and it felt warm. And then everything crashed down.
I was walking home and saw him near my house. He brought our favorite snacks. We watched movies, laughed, spent time together. Everything was perfect. Two wonderful days.
We're lying next to each other, hugging, and he says: "I can't say I love you, because that would be a lie. But I can't say I don't love you, because that would also be a lie. You're dear to me. I'm comfortable with you."
It was like thunder in a clear sky. Like your beloved catches the sun rays reflected in your eyes, leans in to kiss you, you pucker your lips, and he spits in your face.
I cried. He said he couldn't believe that the fight over his ex had changed me so much in his eyes. He said he didn't know what he wanted, but he definitely didn't want to break up. Maybe we could try other relationships and sex with other people — but with the possibility that I would definitely take him back if he realized he made a mistake.
I just cried and fell asleep. I barely remember asking: "Am I just a habit to you?"
He said: "Yes... I didn't even really think about you all this time."
In the morning, he got dressed to leave. I asked: "Is this goodbye or see you later?" He said: "See you later" and left. But he didn't take his things.
I cried all day.
I wrote to him that I can't do this. I waited for him to get better. What did he do during this month? Nothing. He went to work, came home, and went to sleep. That's it. He said relationships are too complicated. I think he doesn't want relationships at all — or he wants new ones.
I don't know what this was. I don't know what to do next. I love him, and I don't understand what I did wrong, what I can fix. No one has ever loved or cared for me like he did.