If they came running back to you, would you take them back? Or would you block them and never look back? At what circumstances would you not take them back?
PS : not really a vent or rant, just a question to everyone here.
Maybe it goes against the "Single and happy" rules, since it's not a happy thing in general. But most of us have ex-partners who are most likely already coupled with someone else, some have a great life while experiencing love. I'm a 21 year old who had a breakup 6 months ago, my ex is still single but she plans to marry in the future and build a family. While I plan to stay single. Although I should be happy with my choices and she should be happy with hers, I still sometimes get sad thinking what we could've been if the breakup didn't happen.
Thinking about how she's going to spend her life with someone else, while I spend a rather partner-less life, is slowly agonizing to me. But it sounds hypocritical as well because I'm the one choosing to stay single because I also love it this way. But i also loved her the most and never wanted to let her go. It's just that my own mental issues and circumstances came in between us.
I would've been less sad if I also wanted to fetch a partner as much as she does. But i don't, and that's the problem to me. I love being single, but I'll never get what she may get in future, someone who waits for her when she comes back home, someone who caress her when she feels sad, someone who's intimate with her, someone doing things with her which I wish we could do together.
I'm probably gonna get downvoted because this isn't related to being single and happy, but I believe there are people like me who, although love being single, but sometimes also miss their previous partners and wonder what their life could've turned out. Peace out.
I'm 21, just out of my teen years basically, people still say I'm a kid to them. I'm going to college, and at my age, almost no one I can see in front of me is single. Some are going through heartbreaks, some are hooking up with random people, some are embracing commitment.
I dated last year, and my partner broke up in December. I'm still struggling to move on while she has moved on long ago. We're still talking to each other, although I loved the time when we were together, I'm starting to see how good it feels to just have myself, to just be dependent on myself and to owe myself and no one else the happiness I deserve.
I'm new to this sub and most of the posts are made by people in their 30s, 40s or 50s. Meanwhile people my age are doing the wildest of things, some are fucking around an entire town of people, I do get envious of them sometimes but when I see them argue, i appreciate how I don't have to deal with such and such right now.
My parents have told me they won't force me to marry anyone, and although I don't know how true that is, I still feel a bit of relief that I won't have to deal with my loved ones going against my values. Thank you for reading till now.
I've just had the hard Convo with my ex who broke up with me during Christmas 2025. It was more my fault than her but I've acknowledged, accepted my shortcomings and tried anything and everything I could at this point.
​
But I was a fucking clown, fucking delusional. She just told me how I bring negative energy to her life and how there's literally 0 possibility of reconciliation. Okay, the worst part is she full on ignores me now, and me being a fucking clown always asked her why she doens't talk more.
​
I hate myself, I HATE MYSELF FOR BEING SUCH AN INCOMPETENT SIMP, WHY AM I LIKE THIS UGHHHHH.
​
Her replies keep getting shorter and more robotic and she still has the audacity to tell me she cares about me, she still has the audacity to tell me she's busy when she's literally chronically online 10 hours a day on Instagram and doesn't have enough time to send a simple goodnight text to me.
​
I don't hate her, i hate myself for being such a clown. I wish I had the fucking courage to just cut contacts but no, I'm still too attached, I'm still fucking attached and I still fucking hope that she will just magically start giving me more priority, even after she said cruel fucking things to me today. I've battled suicidal thoughts since the past 4 months and she barely gave two shits about it. All she cared about was "moving on" as soon as possible.
​
That's it. I'm a fucking clown and I'm losing my fucking mind. I'm pathetic, I'm a simp, I'm a clown.