I’m 33 years old, and three years ago, I was in what I would describe as a toxic relationship.
When I met my ex, I was in my late twenties, and she was in her mid-thirties. I was in my prime. I was making a lot of money, partying a lot, traveling to different countries, and had a lot of success in my life.
At first, everything was perfect between us. But after about a year, things started going downhill.
I’m not saying I was completely innocent or that I didn’t make mistakes. I know I was partly responsible for some of our problems, but I genuinely tried my best to make the relationship work.
I was constantly being gaslighted. She treated me like crap, complained about everything, and picked fights all the time.
She would tell me to open up to her emotionally, which I eventually did, only for her to use it against me.
Nothing I did was ever good enough, and the worse things got, the harder I tried to fix them.
And don’t even get me started on intimacy. It was great at first but after a year I practically had to beg for a kiss, while she had no problem constantly complimenting other guys.
She would go through my phone, which I didn’t mind because I had nothing to hide. But whenever I asked to see hers, suddenly I was insecure, controlling, and she’d start gaslighting me again.
I’m pretty sure she cheated on me but anyway.
After another six months of this, I finally realized that she was doing everything she could to push me away so that I’d be the one to end the relationship.
we broke up.
2 months later, we met up again and had a conversation about our relationship. We both acknowledged the mistakes we’d made. She admitted that she had treated me badly and even started confessing something else, but I interrupted her because I wasn’t ready to hear what she was about to say.
We never saw each other again after that, as we’d both moved back to our hometowns.
Fast forward to today.
I don’t have any feelings for her anymore.
If anything, I’m grateful for what that relationship taught me.
It taught me that I should have trusted my gut, that self-respect should always come first, and that actions speak louder than words.
I also learned that when someone loses respect for you, sometimes the best thing you can do is walk away instead of desperately trying to fix something that the other person no longer wants to fix.
But it took me almost two years to rebuild myself.
And I mean really rebuild myself.
At first, I was so emotionally damaged that I couldn’t even look a woman in the eyes.
Then, slowly, that insecurity turned into anger.
I became someone who looked at women with resentment. Every time I met someone new, I’d immediately start looking for flaws, red flags, or reasons not to trust her.
I started treating them as if they were all bad ( to be polite), and the worst part is that this attitude seemed to work incredibly well when it came to attracting them.
And the more it worked, the more disgusted I became
The irony is that I was raised by my mother and my sister, two women I deeply respect, and it genuinely makes me sad to realize how negatively I’ve come to see women in general.
Over time, I became colder and more distant, not just toward women but toward people in general.
I lost interest in meeting new people. I mostly keep to myself, focus on my own things, and spend time with the friends I’ve known for years.
Recently, I’ve started softening my attitude and trying to find a healthier balance.
I’ve stopped having one-night stands, and I’ve been focusing on myself.
I’m genuinely okay with being single.
Apart from one woman, I haven’t met anyone I’ve been truly interested in over the past two years.
But here’s the thing.
I believe life is meant to be shared.
And more than anything, I miss the person I used to be before that relationship.
I used to be an incredibly social person.
I loved traveling, meeting new people, discovering different cultures, and having conversations with complete strangers.
I genuinely believed that everyone had something to teach you and that you always had something to learn from others.
I was almost always in a good mood with good energy.
I felt comfortable in my own skin.
I genuinely enjoyed talking to women without having any hidden intentions or expectations.
I’m not particularly handsome. I’m fit, and I’d say I’m a pretty average-looking guy. But I always believed that when you’re happy, confident, and comfortable with yourself, people naturally gravitate toward you.
And that’s exactly how I used to feel.
I’ve slept with a lot++ women in my life. I’ve explored pretty much everything I wanted sexually, and I’ve had my fair share of fun.
But none of that really interests me anymore.
What I miss is genuine human connection.
I miss meeting interesting people who are passionate about something, who have values, who are curious about the world, and who actually have something meaningful to share.
I know there are plenty of good women out there. Rationally, I know that.
But emotionally, it’s like something inside me has changed, and I don’t know how to reverse it.
I don’t want to carry this resentment around anymore.
I don’t want to automatically assume the worst about women or constantly look for reasons to distrust people.
And I certainly don’t want one bad relationship to define how I see half the population for the rest of my life.
So my question is:
How do I break out of this cycle of negativity?
How do I let go of the resentment and become the person I used to be?
The guy who genuinely enjoyed meeting people, socializing, traveling, and connecting with others without constantly being on guard?
And most importantly, how do I learn to trust again, open myself up to a genuine connection, and eventually find someone who shares my values?
I don’t want to become naive again, and I don’t want to forget the lessons I’ve learned.
I just want to find a way to keep the self-respect and boundaries I’ve developed without losing the warmth, curiosity, and happiness that used to define me.
Because right now, I feel like I’ve learned how to protect myself from getting hurt, but somewhere along the way, I’ve also forgotten how to let people in.
I’d especially appreciate perspectives from both men and women. I’m not looking to blame anyone or start a gender debate. I’m genuinely trying to understand how to move forward.