Six weeks ago he ended things. Overall, I've been feeling strong and so much better, especially in the past two weeks, than I think I imagined possible in those first few days.
It's an incredibly long story, but I'll try to summarize:
LDR, 1.5 years. Love of my life, my best friend- talked marriage and kids and the whole shebang.
The distance was incredibly hard, and lead to a break-up over a year ago (namely initiated by me, but mutual, with the intention of working on ourselves and re-evaluating when we both finished school).
Despite the breakup, we continued seeing each other/dating all last summer.
He wanted me back and to try again. I spent a lot of time working on myself and letting go of any hurt and anger from the end of our relationship. I acknowledged and apologized for my bitterness; he told me he had thought a lot about what was important in life (implying me), that he wanted to build back my trust and show me, with actions not just words, that I was important to him.
In August, we met up and I told him I was ready and wanted to try again.
That same visit he told me about something pretty serious that had recently happened to him; after that, he started closing off and having serious mental health issues (PTSD) which I was unaware of for about two months. When he finally told me in November, it was paired with a "don't wait for me, but I want you to" and an "I need to work on myself". There was also an, "I'm sure we'll end up together after all of this."
I waited.
I refused to give up on the man I loved, on someone I cared so deeply going through an incredibly rough time. Despite being ignored, belittled, and to some extent gaslighted, I stayed.
I wasn't always patient, but I tried my best- it was incredibly difficult feeling (being?) cut out of his life with little to no communication, between us or about what was going on. I was used to being let in on his thoughts and emotions, and all of a sudden (or so it felt) I had no idea where he was at. I feel like I pushed him away.
The way he interacted with me literally took a 180 from before his incident to after, and I believed he loved me still but just couldn't show it or feel it. I self-justified his actions and his questioning of 'feeling love' for me based on the PTSD. The lack of trying or communication on his end, lack of love and respect being shown was incredibly hurtful and made me angry. Any time I tried to bring up how his actions impacted me, I was repeatedly told to "just let it go." Hearing, "Then you don't understand what I'm going through," and, "I just need things to be easy," was common.
We had a few visits early this year. He would let me into his apartment (to which no one had been/he hadn't cleaned for months). He told me he could sleep well when I was there. He even was able to talk a little bit his flashbacks, etc, which he told me he couldn't with others.
The last time I saw him, he told me he wanted me to have his parent's engagement ring.
He told me he loved me and that he was trying.
Less than two weeks later: "I'm just done... I love you, but I'm not in love with you".
There was plenty of blaming- me not being there for him, calling me selfish, and saying that "it was all about [me] for a long time".
He did say, "I don't want you to think you're the only one who's hurting; I'm not doing it now over the phone, but I've had my own share of tears and crying".
Less than a week after, he's in a new relationship... Ouch.
I don't even know how that's possible- had he just moved on long before ending things with me and didn't say so (possibly out of not wanting to hurt me)? Is she a rebound? Is she quelling the loneliness, from the end of us or from the pain of what happened to him? Does he really love her, as he once did me?
He told me that 'it's just easier to keep the mask on,' (when he's with her) and that she doesn't know what he's been going through. I don't understand how or why he would chose that over someone who knows and loves him.
He didn't even give me the respect or have the courage to say it to my face and refused to see me, but 'wanted to remain friends, though he knows it may take me some time'.
We haven't spoken in almost 5 weeks.
I know that speaking will not resolve any of the hurt or anger I feel, that I likely wouldn't get answers to any of the questions I have (and that to some there aren't any), and if I did, the answers would likely not make me feel any better.
We used to talk through things, even after we broke up. Clearly we're not in a relationship any more- which means we don't do that anymore; I have to work through this on my own.
Part of me wants closure which I feel I was denied, but the only way I think that would come is if he were to take responsibility for the ways which what he did hurt me (I'm not saying I didn't make my own mistakes- I'm slowly beginning to identify them, forgive myself, and relieve myself of some of the guilt.) Knowing how closed off an un-in touch with his emotions he's been for the past 8 months leaves me believing that wouldn't be the case.
Closure will have to come from within.
At this point, I chose my self respect and dignity instead.
It's an incredibly long story, but I'll try to summarize:
LDR, 1.5 years. Love of my life, my best friend- talked marriage and kids and the whole shebang.
The distance was incredibly hard, and lead to a break-up over a year ago (namely initiated by me, but mutual, with the intention of working on ourselves and re-evaluating when we both finished school).
Despite the breakup, we continued seeing each other/dating all last summer.
He wanted me back and to try again. I spent a lot of time working on myself and letting go of any hurt and anger from the end of our relationship. I acknowledged and apologized for my bitterness; he told me he had thought a lot about what was important in life (implying me), that he wanted to build back my trust and show me, with actions not just words, that I was important to him.
In August, we met up and I told him I was ready and wanted to try again.
That same visit he told me about something pretty serious that had recently happened to him; after that, he started closing off and having serious mental health issues (PTSD) which I was unaware of for about two months. When he finally told me in November, it was paired with a "don't wait for me, but I want you to" and an "I need to work on myself". There was also an, "I'm sure we'll end up together after all of this."
I waited.
I refused to give up on the man I loved, on someone I cared so deeply going through an incredibly rough time. Despite being ignored, belittled, and to some extent gaslighted, I stayed.
I wasn't always patient, but I tried my best- it was incredibly difficult feeling (being?) cut out of his life with little to no communication, between us or about what was going on. I was used to being let in on his thoughts and emotions, and all of a sudden (or so it felt) I had no idea where he was at. I feel like I pushed him away.
The way he interacted with me literally took a 180 from before his incident to after, and I believed he loved me still but just couldn't show it or feel it. I self-justified his actions and his questioning of 'feeling love' for me based on the PTSD. The lack of trying or communication on his end, lack of love and respect being shown was incredibly hurtful and made me angry. Any time I tried to bring up how his actions impacted me, I was repeatedly told to "just let it go." Hearing, "Then you don't understand what I'm going through," and, "I just need things to be easy," was common.
We had a few visits early this year. He would let me into his apartment (to which no one had been/he hadn't cleaned for months). He told me he could sleep well when I was there. He even was able to talk a little bit his flashbacks, etc, which he told me he couldn't with others.
The last time I saw him, he told me he wanted me to have his parent's engagement ring.
He told me he loved me and that he was trying.
Less than two weeks later: "I'm just done... I love you, but I'm not in love with you".
There was plenty of blaming- me not being there for him, calling me selfish, and saying that "it was all about [me] for a long time".
He did say, "I don't want you to think you're the only one who's hurting; I'm not doing it now over the phone, but I've had my own share of tears and crying".
Less than a week after, he's in a new relationship... Ouch.
I don't even know how that's possible- had he just moved on long before ending things with me and didn't say so (possibly out of not wanting to hurt me)? Is she a rebound? Is she quelling the loneliness, from the end of us or from the pain of what happened to him? Does he really love her, as he once did me?
He told me that 'it's just easier to keep the mask on,' (when he's with her) and that she doesn't know what he's been going through. I don't understand how or why he would chose that over someone who knows and loves him.
He didn't even give me the respect or have the courage to say it to my face and refused to see me, but 'wanted to remain friends, though he knows it may take me some time'.
We haven't spoken in almost 5 weeks.
I know that speaking will not resolve any of the hurt or anger I feel, that I likely wouldn't get answers to any of the questions I have (and that to some there aren't any), and if I did, the answers would likely not make me feel any better.
We used to talk through things, even after we broke up. Clearly we're not in a relationship any more- which means we don't do that anymore; I have to work through this on my own.
Part of me wants closure which I feel I was denied, but the only way I think that would come is if he were to take responsibility for the ways which what he did hurt me (I'm not saying I didn't make my own mistakes- I'm slowly beginning to identify them, forgive myself, and relieve myself of some of the guilt.) Knowing how closed off an un-in touch with his emotions he's been for the past 8 months leaves me believing that wouldn't be the case.
Closure will have to come from within.
At this point, I chose my self respect and dignity instead.
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