u/Earhart2211

I am 23F and I come from a business oriented family where alliances are often fixed based on the guy’s family net worth. I know it sounds horrible, but it exists.
I had a bad breakup about a month ago. To be honest, it feels almost funny saying that because it was only a four month relationship, but it affected me deeply. He is genuinely a good guy. Ambitious, hardworking, smart, and honestly, the male version of me. Not trying to sound cocky. Our conversations would usually go from intellectual discussions to flirting, then business, gym, life, everything. We just clicked.
He went MIA for about a month because he was completely burned out. His fight or flight response basically pushed him into a state of lethargy where he stopped following his routine and even stopped responding to my texts. It was alarming, but I tried to be understanding.
Then my ex intervened and portrayed me as a bad person in front of him. I’m not a saint and I know I have flaws, but I would never intentionally hurt this guy because I genuinely think I loved him. And I know what limerence feels like. This wasn’t that.
I explained everything to him. He said he would call, but later asked for a break. After a week, I followed up. I probably texted him more than I should have because the lack of clarity was driving me crazy. Eventually, he ghosted me and deleted my number.
That was horrible to cope with. I think a 29 year old guy probably just decided to remove himself from all the drama, and honestly, I don’t blame him for that. What hurt me was the lack of closure. I wasn’t trying to reconcile with him. I just wanted one final conversation so we could end things properly.
I’m trying to move on now, but my parents have already started forcing me to meet prospects. I spoke to one guy who is settled in Europe. He seems like a good person, but I don’t even want to talk to any guy right now. I feel sick to my stomach even thinking about dating someone else. It almost feels like I’m cheating, even though technically the relationship has ended.
Part of me still wants to text my ex and ask for one final conversation. Another part of me knows I probably shouldn’t. I just feel horrible, and I think I’m being way too hard on myself.
I also want to tell my parents that I’m simply not in the right stage of my life to meet someone or make a decision like this. But they don’t seem to understand. And honestly, I know that saying yes to someone just because my dad is forcing me to could seriously affect another person’s life too. I don’t want to enter someone else’s life when I’m emotionally unavailable and pretending that I’m ready when I’m not.

I truly believed I could move on. It was only a four-month relationship, but the way it ended broke something inside me. You left me on seen, deleted my number, and believed screenshots and someone else’s words without asking me what had actually happened.
I had already survived an abusive relationship before I met you. You may believe you were just a rebound, but that isn’t true. I was emotionally exhausted from my past, yet I had genuinely moved on and believed I had finally found a healthy relationship with someone who made me feel safe.
Clarity always mattered to me. I never expected perfection, only honesty. When you were going through your own struggles, I tried not to burden you with mine because I knew you were dealing with a depressive episode. While I was trying to protect you, my past came back into my life and everything fell apart.
Since then, I left my job, and I feel like I’ve lost every part of myself. I spend most of my days sleeping because I don’t have the energy to do anything else. Every morning I wake up with guilt and anxiety, wondering how you see me now.
Do you think I lied to you? Do you think all the love I showed you was fake? Do you think you were only a rebound? Those questions haunt me every day because none of them are true.
I loved you sincerely. Every letter I wrote, every effort I made, every decision I took to protect you came from a genuine place. I never wanted to hurt you. I wanted us to understand each other.
For years, I’ve kept running, surviving one crisis after another. I think my body has finally reached a point where it can’t keep carrying everything anymore. I’m exhausted, heartbroken, and grieving not only the relationship, but the version of myself that believed things would finally be okay.
I don’t know what you think of me now. I may never know. But I know my love was real, my intentions were real, and losing this relationship has left me feeling like I’ve lost myself in the process.

My biggest regret in life wasn’t loving too much. It was staying too long.
I was ambitious. I started a business at 19 and always drew firm boundaries around the people I let into my life. Yet I ignored the biggest boundary of all.
I dated a man who was lazy, abusive, and repeatedly unfaithful. The first time he laid his hands on me should have been the last time I ever saw him. Instead, I stayed because he promised he had changed. He hadn’t. The abuse only got worse.
When I tried to rebuild my life, I found mentors and friends who helped me get back on my feet. He went after them too. Later, the biggest mistake I made was continuing to work with him. I should have walked away and blocked him the moment I could. Instead, I endured more than I ever should have.
Then came someone completely different.
He was ambitious. Driven. We shared the same values, and for the first time, I felt I had found someone who matched me. But he had trust issues and avoided conflict.
My abusive ex reached out to him, shared screenshots, and said horrible things about me. Instead of asking me what had happened, he asked for a week’s break. Then ten days. I respected his space because he told me he’d had a breakdown.
While I was being threatened by my ex and desperately needed support, I called and texted him, hoping he’d at least hear me out.
He never did.
No conversation. No questions. No closure.
He left my messages unanswered and quietly deleted my number.
Today, those are my two biggest regrets.
Not because they didn’t love me enough.
But because I stayed in situations where I had to fight to be believed, fight to be heard, and fight just to be treated with basic respect.
I’m exhausted.
And if there’s one lesson I’ve learned, it’s this: love should never cost you your dignity, your safety, or your peace.

It’s been a few days since you left my messages on seen and deleted my number.
We spoke about so many things, our dreams, our aspirations, and the life we imagined together. We talked about walking the streets of Europe, dressed up, laughing, and building memories. Those conversations felt so real to me.
But when everything fell apart, you never gave me a chance to explain.
Instead, you chose to believe someone who abused me. Someone who put me in a hospital bed. Someone who spoke badly about me. You believed his version of me without ever asking for mine. You didn’t defend me. You simply told me you didn’t have the energy to talk and asked me to wait.
So I waited.
I waited because I believed we were worth fighting for. I stayed even after you thought the worst of me. I kept hoping that once your sadness settled, we would sit down, talk through everything, and find our way back to each other.
I prayed for you. I went to church. I asked God to give you peace and to bring us back to a place where we could heal together. I held onto the hope that we would still take that trip we dreamed about.
Instead, I found myself begging for a reply, crying over someone I loved, watching my messages remain unanswered in every way that mattered.
You just left.
Yesterday, the pain became so overwhelming that, for a moment, I wanted to put an end to it all. But I couldn’t, because that isn’t who I am. I still choose life, even when it hurts more than I know how to bear.
I really loved you.
Maybe four months doesn’t sound like much to everyone else, but to me, it meant everything. After surviving an abusive relationship that lasted four years, you were the first person who made me feel safe enough to love again. I let my walls down because I believed you were different.
Looking back, there were moments when I felt abandoned, moments when I no longer felt emotionally safe. But I believed those things could be fixed if we simply sat together and talked. I never stopped believing in us.
Everything you saw in those screenshots, everything that made you lose trust in me, came from one place. I was trying to protect you. I didn’t want someone capable of hurting people and manipulating the truth to enter your life the way he had entered mine. I did what I thought was right because I loved you. Maybe I handled it imperfectly, but my intentions were never to hurt you.
I don’t know if you’ve already moved on. I don’t know if you’ve met someone else. I don’t know if you truly believe I betrayed your trust.
What I do know is this.
I wish I had hugged you a little tighter the last time I saw you.
I wish you had listened before deciding who I was.
I wish you had given us one honest conversation before walking away.
And despite everything, I still miss you.
I don’t know if you ever loved me the way I loved you. But I know my love was real. It was patient, sincere, and wholehearted.
I loved you.
I still carry that love with me, even if you chose to leave.

Same as subject. Dm me

The feeling you get when someone just walks away, leaving your messages on seen.
When you know you didn’t do anything wrong. All you did was try to protect that person, even if you may have gone too far. But they didn’t even give you a chance to explain. Instead, they made you wait.
I sent endless messages trying to explain. I gave them space. And then, they left me on seen. They stonewalled me not even by breaking up with me, but by deleting my number.
My chest aches. I woke up from a dream about him and immediately wanted to text him, even though I know nothing is going to change.
This wasn’t even a breakup. He just left without giving me a chance to explain, He said he would call and asked me to give him time to process, but the call never came.
I know he was going through his own struggles. I don’t know if he left me, if he stopped trusting me, or if he simply didn’t have the emotional energy to handle everything that was happening including me.
Can someone tell me if there’s any medicine or anything that can help me get through this pain? I feel so horrible right now. My chest hurts so much that I almost wish I could feel physical pain instead, just to numb what’s happening inside.