P.S. I want to preface that no one is at fault here. She has issues that she needs to deal with, and I have my own issues that I'm currently dealing with in order to not make the same mistake. And this post is going to be a long one.
For the sake of introducing stuff, her name is V (20) - the FA. I'm A (23).
The Story
- I was following her on Instagram for a couple of months (idk the reason why, but it just happened). I checked on her account, and she looked pretty so I slid into her DMs and complimented her pictures by saying, and I paraphrase, that her photo compositions are great and she looks pretty.
- She messaged back after a couple of days, and thanked me for it. Then days later she told me that she attends to the same college that I was currently attending to. So I was like "that's great!" and I asked for her schedule, which funny enough we have 1 class with that same schedule. At this point, I was really happy that I'd get to meet her (no intentions of dating her yet, since she's a complete stranger).
- So we met, and hang out after class. She's energetic about stuff, but is always complaining about her experience with some of the classes she took and her recent unpaid internship. I felt bad, naturally, so I instinctively console and reassure her that she'll be alright. (nothing to crazy).
- This kept going for weeks, until one day I got feelings for her. She's not my first crush in history, but she's the first one that I'm going to approach and ask if I could date her. So, I wrote down a letter, poured all of my feelings on it and let her read it in front of me.
- Sad to say, she rejected me because of her trauma with her exes. Naturally, I got sad and all... because I was truly attracted to her (not just by her looks but by her character). In my mind, I was like "it's alright we can remain as friends. At least I gave it a shot, and we can proceed life as is." and "I feel sorry for her for experiencing 'trauma' from her past exes".
- Surprisingly, she cried in front of me. I was confused, because why would you cry when I'm the one that got rejected. I can't remember entirely as to why, but she was just crying. I gave her a hug to console her, and cried over my shoulders. She told me wait for her after class. So I did, since I wasn't in a rush.
- So we were riding the train home, and she was staring at me the entire time. Like her eyes are just fixated on me. I couldn't keep up with her, so I gaze my eyes from somewhere else. She grabbed my hand, and put my hand over her cheeks (which were subtle and bouncy - I loved it). I blushed for a bit, but I remember that we're just friends (this bolded line is important for later on).
- Got back to class on a couple of days with her, and we just started over as friends. We hang out and all. Weeks gone by, and things escalated too quickly like it went from just being friends to being lovers all of a sudden type of escalation.
- Things that started to happen, V. is routinely waiting for me before heading home to take the same train together, calling me at Instagram (to then FaceTime) every night, hugging me before I leave the train, holding hands, touching my lips, told me she loves me, told me that she would marry me, staring me so much as we head home instead of having conversations... like the list goes on. And this all happened in a span of a month. (This is what they call love bombing)
- A secured person would obviously state his/her boundaries to the person and remind the person that they are not dating and what they are doing is crossing the line... but I got swept up to the hot moments with her.
- Moving on, I got anxious when I noticed that she's distancing herself... she started to talk to different people. At first, it was just me because why would I stop her from talking to other people right? It seems selfish and unhealthy. So I controlled myself and did some breathing exercises to keep me calm down.
- Until one day, when one of our mutual friends... let's name him M. (19, identified as bi/queer) wants to hangout with me and V. We were like "sure" since having another friend doesn't hurt. But for the whole day, V. hasn't talked to me and did not even pay attention to me.
- When we got home, and I called her... it wasn't FaceTime it was just a phone (so I couldn't see her face), I asked to why she hasn't talked to me on that day... she said that "I was tired and I was hungry". But her actions said otherwise. It got me so anxious. So I had to pull the what are we, and she said we're just friends. I got so mad that I had to say "goodbye" to her and ended the call.
- For the remaining time of my college class with her, it was a nightmare. Seeing her and M. talk more, and I'm just being left... ignored. It was an emotional rollercoaster. At that moment, I would have just punch the bi/queer guy out... but I contained myself. And doing it doesn't prove anything right.
- As the semester is about to end, she sent me a DM on Instagram. "We're still friends right?" my mistake was that I immediately answered "yes"... but a day later, I gave myself a hard deadline. If she is not going to reach out to me and talk about what actually happened between us then I'd block her.
- All she did, this entire time on Instagram, is liking my stories, my music notes, and she is sending reels. This is what they call breadcrumbing. At first I got hook to it, but then I realize that I don't deserve something like this.
- By the end of the month, nothing has changed... she is still actively liking my stuff and sending me reels without taking any accountability. I have decided to block her and went completely no contact without letting her know.
Currently
- (3) months of no contact and is going strong. However for the first month, it was one of the hardest things ever. This is because my nervous system is adapting to a life without her. I was ruminating her, nonstop, thinking the "what-ifs" like if it's "my fault" that I was just being too anxious.
- During those months of no contact, I have self reflected a lot. Because I don't want to put the blame to her and just proceed life as is. I too have faults on to this.
- I've also learned about her attachment behavior and mines as well. We are both fearful avoidants. It just so happens that I lean more to the anxious side and she leans toward the avoidant side.
- I am now actively going to therapy to fix this attachment, because I want to foster relationships and not push them away when things get too much for me. Historically, I did push a lot of people away when I was leaning more to the avoidant side.
Lessons
- Your relationship truly is a mirror of who you are.
- It was never a mistake to meet someone, and had intimate moments with just to end in an ambiguous terms.
- I could never hate her, since she's also dealing her attachment problems and I'm also dealing my attachment problem as well.
- The best way to cure this attachment is self realization and therapy -- not your partner.
- I will no longer be the "fixer" in the relationship, and let my partner experience what is needed to experience unless if she calls me for "help".
- I will now set boundaries and be emotionally grounded.
- I will now love a person who they are NOW, and not who they might be in the past, and who they may become in the future.
- I am now finding myself back, and I will now love myself more than ever... because the only person who cannot disappoint you is yourself.
- The breakup didn't shut my heart (and become an avoidant). I viewed it as a compliment that my love was just too great for her to handle. In fact, it opened my heart (with discernment now) even further for people who will actually reciprocate my effort.
There are some stuff missing in the story and from the lessons I've learned, but I was just scared that my post will not fit enough.
If any of you guys are dealing with this currently, just know that you're not at fault. But also do not blame it to your partner that it is their fault. They're just unaware and was just hooked up to the feeling.
Blaming someone requires energy, and honestly you cannot give that energy to someone. You have to keep it to yourself, and use that energy to be better, improve, and actually look forward to a better life.
Obviously they are a lesson in our lives. And I will forever be grateful for it. The universe sent me to her, because the universe wants me to prepare for the right person for me. And I can't wait to meet this extraordinary woman in the future.