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Nicola
I (22F) was talking to and connecting with my ex (21M) at the beginning of the year, and officially dated for 3 months. We had been talking and getting to know one another for about 6 months prior, and this was his first relationship.
It was fine before when we started getting to know one another, but seemed to fall down hill once we started dating. It somewhat felt like despite having so many issues, trust issues, PTSD, and so on-- I had to navigate both of our emotions. I had to often go into deep explanations about my feelings so he would understand, followed up by reassuring him that it was okay that he didn't understand. There were times where he would drop the ball, like me confiding in him about my trauma and past, having to help him understand it, then him swiftly leaving me to go to bed after I reassured him. As well as a time when I was really not okay, and having really painful thoughts, I asked him to call (not to talk or anything, simply just to hear another person). He left me waiting for a couple hours, to then tell me he couldn't bring himself to do it. A month later I remember lashing out saying "if I were really not doing well, what would you even do if I woke up and wasn't there anymore, because you couldn't get on a stupid call and not say anything!?" (Which I know was cruel of me).
There are other instances of this, but these two are the more prominent of them. I put in a lot of effort into that relationship, he didn't really plan or make an effort, he didn't go out of his way for me unless he knew it would work, and he would immediately shut down whenever I wanted to talk about our relationship. In the end I ended up hated myself, I felt worthless, unlovable, and as though if someone really thought I was worth it they would have put in the effort. In the end when we broke up, I said I didn't need him, I didn't need to stay, that I have people who care about me, and I deserve someone who makes me feel seen and worth their time (Which he said I was mean for, which is fair, I understand how much it would hurt to hear that).
Honestly, this relationship truly made me feel that maybe I'm not cut out for dating. I feel like I'm a burden because of my trauma to others, and I wish I was someone more palletable and ordinary so that maybe I would have an easier time connecting with people. No matter how well I try to communicate and accommodate my partner, it always felt like I was just carrying it all alone, and maybe in the end I should've known better. I genuinely regret even dating again, because it feels like it ruined so much of the progress I made in myself, and I once again am back to square one with feeling as though I'm right to not trust anyone or open up. He really is a great guy, but the entire thing was a waste of my time.
I guess what I would like is some perspective from different people.
It was fine before when we started getting to know one another, but seemed to fall down hill once we started dating. It somewhat felt like despite having so many issues, trust issues, PTSD, and so on-- I had to navigate both of our emotions. I had to often go into deep explanations about my feelings so he would understand, followed up by reassuring him that it was okay that he didn't understand. There were times where he would drop the ball, like me confiding in him about my trauma and past, having to help him understand it, then him swiftly leaving me to go to bed after I reassured him. As well as a time when I was really not okay, and having really painful thoughts, I asked him to call (not to talk or anything, simply just to hear another person). He left me waiting for a couple hours, to then tell me he couldn't bring himself to do it. A month later I remember lashing out saying "if I were really not doing well, what would you even do if I woke up and wasn't there anymore, because you couldn't get on a stupid call and not say anything!?" (Which I know was cruel of me).
There are other instances of this, but these two are the more prominent of them. I put in a lot of effort into that relationship, he didn't really plan or make an effort, he didn't go out of his way for me unless he knew it would work, and he would immediately shut down whenever I wanted to talk about our relationship. In the end I ended up hated myself, I felt worthless, unlovable, and as though if someone really thought I was worth it they would have put in the effort. In the end when we broke up, I said I didn't need him, I didn't need to stay, that I have people who care about me, and I deserve someone who makes me feel seen and worth their time (Which he said I was mean for, which is fair, I understand how much it would hurt to hear that).
Honestly, this relationship truly made me feel that maybe I'm not cut out for dating. I feel like I'm a burden because of my trauma to others, and I wish I was someone more palletable and ordinary so that maybe I would have an easier time connecting with people. No matter how well I try to communicate and accommodate my partner, it always felt like I was just carrying it all alone, and maybe in the end I should've known better. I genuinely regret even dating again, because it feels like it ruined so much of the progress I made in myself, and I once again am back to square one with feeling as though I'm right to not trust anyone or open up. He really is a great guy, but the entire thing was a waste of my time.
I guess what I would like is some perspective from different people.