I am only three weeks into my breakup but I just cannot shake it. I don't know if anyone else felt this way, but for me, when I found out about her past and PTSD, I wanted nothing more than to be the best human being on the planet for her. I guess in a sense, maybe I fell into this "rescue" mode. I didn't really think I was at the time, because I always try to be my best self for whomever I am with.
I think it hurts the most that we had such a connection and I did everything in my power but it just was not meant to be. Blindly I was thinking I am all in for her. I never said this, but I think she knew. Now, I am worried she will come back. I sort of feel guilty that I don't want her back. But I do at the same time. My birthday is coming up, and I feel like I flipping a coin of do I want her to acknowledge it or not.
I honestly think we could never go back to the way things were. There will always be this ticking clock that we do not know the exact time of, but we know it will go off one day, and we will be right back in the silence.
I struggle to believe what we had was real. I feel what we might have had was a fairy tale because when it was good, it was all too good to be true.
I think it hurts the most that we had such a connection and I did everything in my power but it just was not meant to be. Blindly I was thinking I am all in for her. I never said this, but I think she knew. Now, I am worried she will come back. I sort of feel guilty that I don't want her back. But I do at the same time. My birthday is coming up, and I feel like I flipping a coin of do I want her to acknowledge it or not.
I honestly think we could never go back to the way things were. There will always be this ticking clock that we do not know the exact time of, but we know it will go off one day, and we will be right back in the silence.
I struggle to believe what we had was real. I feel what we might have had was a fairy tale because when it was good, it was all too good to be true.
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