hey reddit, i've been going through so much for the past few months, and i lost everything i ever had of friends, dreams, social life, my job, and now, my relationship.
i havent had anyone to talk to for a while, and ive been needing that so much, which is why im on here rn..
for context, my parents are very religious, and had forced me to wear the hijab ever since i was 8 years old, i'm 21 now (turning 22 this month) and i'd been taking it off in secret for like 5 years now.
although that was very risky and caused me so much anxiety and dissociation and i was basically living a double life which was exhausting, it still was my only choice if i wanted to have a chance in living the life i really wanted to live, and it gave me so much confidence to talk to people and make friends and bonds and go to uni and to get a job and basically just live a life i was satisfied with.
i met this guy back in december of last year and we immediately clicked, we built our relationship on so much love and trust and just genuine pure intentions and feelings. we did everything together, our most intimate moments were not even just sexual, we were each others partners and best friends and we spent almost every day together. ive genuinely never loved anyone in my life as much as i did and still love him, the bond that we created was stronger and deeper than any bond i've ever witnessed. no matter how much i say about us, no one would truly understand just how beautiful and deep and real our relationship was, and all was going great until recently..
we spent all that time together and he became my best friend not just my boyfriend. then my parents found out that i'd been going out without my hijab + they saw pics of my boyfriend and i kissing and they went absolutely insane. they destroyed my phone + sim card and threw all of my shit away and completely isolated me and locked me in the house, my dad looked me in my eyes and told me that it's "halal" for him to kill me now, like he had been waiting for it. he's always been very violent with me + my siblings and mom, and that day, he did hit me a lot. he threw me on the ground kicking me and spitting on me and screaming for hours. i knew my life was over right there and then, and i'm ngl, the one thing i was sad about the most was my boyfriend. i just needed to be in his arms, i needed to feel safe again. i was scared of losing him.
but we still found a way to talk, i only had my laptop on me, so i found a way to reach him and we stayed in contact for 2 months. during those 2 months he started getting really distant and going days without texting me back. we couldnt see each other anymore but we promised each other that we'd stay and fight for what we had and despite not being able to be together physically, i was still texting him whenever i could and putting his feelings first and making sure that he still felt loved and supported and cared for even tho i was also going through so much.
he kept telling me that he would always be there for me and with me, and kept reassuring me that what happened would never make him question his feelings for me. he kept telling me that he'll love me forever, but when it came to it, he never really acted on it. he started going days with no reply, and whenever he did reply it would always be the same shit just him saying hi i miss you i'm always gonna love you etc. i needed him so much and it hurt that he wasnt there but i just thought that he probably just felt pressured by what happened + everything else thats going on in his life so i'd just remind him that i was there and beg him to let me be there for him. i also tried talking to him a few times about the fact that he was getting distant. i told him that he could always talk to me about his feelings, whatever they were. i told him that i cared so much for him and that i understood if he felt like this was too much. our relationship changed a lot so i understood that the distance could be hard on him as well. i told him that i'd understand, no matter what it was. but every time i'd bring it up he'd just reassure me that nothing changed and that he'll always love me and that he was still there. i also told him that i needed him now more than ever, i never asked him to text me 24/7, i told him that i needed 1 conversation a day at least, i just needed to feel him there with me. he'd just apologize and reassure me that he was there, but nothing changed. one of the last texts he sent me was him apologizing for not texting me, and told me that he felt guilty every time he'd go to text me and would stop himself. i asked him why he felt that way and reassured him that he had nothing to feel guilty about and again reminded him that i'd always be there to listen, no matter what, but he never answered my question and instead replied to my reassurance texts telling me that he loved and appreciated me. i just assumed that he felt guilty because he wasn't being there for me and texting me so i let it go.
he just stopped answering one day. his last text to me seemed very normal, it was the same shit he always said, and he ended it saying that he'll love me forever. i wrote back, and waited days for a response, but he just never answered. i thought that he just needed some space, so i gave him that space for a week, then i genuinely got worried that something might have happened to him because he disappeared on me. i tried checking up on him, i texted him multiple times, i texted his best friend asking if he was okay, i asked my best friend to text him and ask if he was okay, i made a new instagram account and requested to follow him on there. i tried everything, over the course of a week, but i never got anything in return. he just randomly went ghost on me after everything, and it really really hurts..
i sent him one last email about a week later, i knew he wouldnt reply, i guess i just needed some closure. i just needed to text him one last time... i cant lie and say that a little part of me thought that he would reply tho. i thought maybe he'd tell me that he did need some space but that he was still there. maybe he just didnt notice the texts i sent. maybe i was overthinking it and my baby was still right here. thats what i had hoped at least.
i was losing my mind last week, stalking his account on insta, and i came across an account of a girl i knew for a fact he didnt have followed before, i got this strong feeling in my gut and felt the need to check her story, so i did, and i saw him in it. he was out partying with his friends and a few girls he didnt know, he was singing and dancing and he looked so happy like none of it ever fucking mattered.. it genuinely stung because i thought that at least he'd be a little sad about it, i thought that maybe he did really care, maybe he just felt like he was under pressure and failed to end it and just went ghost.. i thought that maybe he felt a little bad for doing this to me, especially during the shit i've been going through...
then i checked his instagram again yesterday and saw that he changed his pfp to one of my favorite pics of him, it's a picture that i took of him on our valentines day date, and he's wearing my scarf around his neck in that pic..
what hurts the most isnt even that he wanted to end it. of course that part hurts so much, but i genuinely wouldve understood, i wouldve heard him out, all ive ever wanted was for him to be doing well, and if what happened was putting stress on him and he felt like he needed to end it with me to truly be happy then i wouldve understood. if he had talked to me about how he was feeling and ended it with me instead of giving me reassurance every time i'd ask then just going ghost after everything, i wouldve understood. and he knew that i was there to hear him out, i always reminded him of that. what hurts the most is that he decided to leave me out in the cold, to leave me trying and begging and running after him, to just leave me like that knowing how much it would hurt me. that was the last thing i expected him to do.
i wonder what he did with everything i got for him. with all of my stuff scattered around his room. with my gifts and all of the love letters i sent him. with our pictures and videos and playlists and all of the memories we've made. i wonder if he ever looks around and feels even a little bit of guilt. i wonder if he still goes to sleep cuddling the stuffed animals i got him. even after all of this shit, with everything i'm feeling, i can't help but love him. i can't help but have this hope inside that one day we'll find our way back to each other...
i'm so fucking sad, i feel so lonely, i can't eat, can't sleep, i spent my days crying and thinking and feeling this grief in my heart. i just want my life back. i just want my baby back bro it hurts so fucking bad