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Before the breakup, he had been treating me badly for about two months. He ignored me, didn’t want to see me, but never said it directly. Instead, he kept making up stupid excuses. Eventually, he broke up with me, saying things like I was keeping him “on a leash like a dog” and other hurtful things.
A week later, we got back together.
During the breakup, he suddenly started showing interest in me again and asking me to hang out. That’s basically how we got back together. The problem is that after all the lies and pain he caused me, I’m not sure I can trust him anymore.
Since we got back together, he’s been very sweet and caring. He spends a lot of time with me, looks after me, and treats me much better. I’ve told him many times how much he hurt me and how difficult it is for me to trust him now. He understands, apologizes, and promises that it will never happen again.
But I can’t look at him the same way I used to. He feels a little like a stranger to me now. It’s almost as if I’m already prepared to lose him again, and I don’t know what to do with that feeling.

Has anyone been through something similar?

I (female) have been with my boyfriend for 11 months.
Around our 9th month together, something changed. We had recently come back from a trip to our country’s capital, and everything seemed great. We had a wonderful time together, and I felt like our relationship was strong.
A couple of weeks later, he suddenly started becoming distant. I kept asking what was wrong, but he always said everything was fine.
One evening while we were watching a movie together, he suddenly told me he wanted to break up. I was shocked and asked why. He said he needed to focus on himself because he was starting a new IT job and would need to spend a lot of time studying and preparing for it. He said he wanted to focus only on himself.
I completely broke down. I was crying hysterically while he comforted me. Somehow, we ended up staying together. For the next two weeks, he was practically living at my place, but something still felt off. He wasn’t acting like himself.
Then one evening, he told me he wanted to go home. I have anxiety, so I immediately got worried and asked why. He said he just wanted to be alone for a night. I started crying because it felt strange and unlike him. That’s when he became unusually aggressive, which honestly scared me.
Eventually, he promised he would go home, sleep there, and come back to my place the next morning. He reassured me that everything was okay.
He left, but he never called when he got home, even though we always did that. The next day he didn’t answer me until around 2 PM. He had even turned off his phone so I couldn’t call him.
When he finally replied, he said everything was fine and that he was coming over.
He arrived with his mother.
They came to pick up his belongings because he had a lot of things at my place, including his laptop and other equipment. I was completely blindsided. I asked him to explain what was happening.
He told me that I was “too much.” He said he wanted to spend more time at home, with his family, and with friends. I asked why he had never talked to me about these feelings before because we could have worked on it together and found a compromise.
He said he had already made up his mind.
We talked for about an hour. His mother eventually left. In the end, we agreed that he would think about things for a few days and that we were technically still together during that time.
Those following weeks were some of the worst of my life.
We only saw each other when he wanted to. Sometimes just for an hour or two. He became cold, stopped putting hearts in his good morning and good night messages, stopped calling me before bed, and answered me very harshly.
I knew something was seriously wrong.
One evening he came over, we were intimate, and afterward I asked him to stay the night. He refused and went home.
The next day we already had plans for a sleepover that we had arranged a week earlier. He agreed. But a few hours before, I asked when he was coming so we could go for a walk first. He suddenly said a friend was coming over and wanted to cancel.

I suggested he spend time with his friend first and then come over afterward.
That’s when everything exploded.
He told me he didn’t want to feel like a dog on a leash. He said he felt bad with me and that I felt bad with him. Then he told me we were breaking up.
At that point I didn’t even argue anymore. I simply replied, “Okay, let’s stay friends.”
He answered almost 24 hours later with, “Yeah, okay.”
After the breakup, something strange happened.
He started checking on me constantly. Asking how I was doing, whether I was okay, how my day was going. It confused me because he was the one who had chosen to leave. Being friends doesn’t usually mean messaging your ex all the time.
It hurt me, but I was also happy to hear from him.
A little later we hung out with my ex-boyfriend and joked around. Then my ex-boyfriend, who my boyfriend had spent our entire relationship saying he hated, somehow ended up hanging out with him and another friend after I left. This was the same person he had always claimed he wanted nothing to do with.
Eventually my ex and I (the boyfriend who broke up with me) met up as friends. We went to McDonald’s and talked.
After that, we slowly became closer again.
He apologized for everything. For several days he was the one putting all the effort into keeping our conversations going. Eventually, we got back together.
Now things are honestly very good. He’s affectionate again, communicates better, and says he’s sorry for how he handled everything.

The problem is me.
I am terrified that it will happen again
I’m scared to give him the same amount of attention and affection I used to because I’m afraid of pushing him away. Recently he told me that I’ve become colder and that it worries him.
I finally told him how badly everything affected me. During those weeks I lost around 10 kg (22 lbs) because of stress. He seemed genuinely shocked, understood how much pain I went through, and apologized again.
We’re even planning a summer vacation together now.
But despite all that, I still have doubts. Part of me still struggles to believe we can have a future together after what happened
Has anyone experienced something similar? Were you able to rebuild trust after a breakup and reconciliation? How did you stop worrying that it would happen again?

I (female) have been with my boyfriend for 11 months.
Around our 9th month together, something changed. We had recently come back from a trip to our country’s capital, and everything seemed great. We had a wonderful time together, and I felt like our relationship was strong.
A couple of weeks later, he suddenly started becoming distant. I kept asking what was wrong, but he always said everything was fine.
One evening while we were watching a movie together, he suddenly told me he wanted to break up. I was shocked and asked why. He said he needed to focus on himself because he was starting a new IT job and would need to spend a lot of time studying and preparing for it. He said he wanted to focus only on himself.
I completely broke down. I was crying hysterically while he comforted me. Somehow, we ended up staying together. For the next two weeks, he was practically living at my place, but something still felt off. He wasn’t acting like himself.
Then one evening, he told me he wanted to go home. I have anxiety, so I immediately got worried and asked why. He said he just wanted to be alone for a night. I started crying because it felt strange and unlike him. That’s when he became unusually aggressive, which honestly scared me.
Eventually, he promised he would go home, sleep there, and come back to my place the next morning. He reassured me that everything was okay.
He left, but he never called when he got home, even though we always did that. The next day he didn’t answer me until around 2 PM. He had even turned off his phone so I couldn’t call him.
When he finally replied, he said everything was fine and that he was coming over.
He arrived with his mother.
They came to pick up his belongings because he had a lot of things at my place, including his laptop and other equipment. I was completely blindsided. I asked him to explain what was happening.
He told me that I was “too much.” He said he wanted to spend more time at home, with his family, and with friends. I asked why he had never talked to me about these feelings before because we could have worked on it together and found a compromise.
He said he had already made up his mind.
We talked for about an hour. His mother eventually left. In the end, we agreed that he would think about things for a few days and that we were technically still together during that time.
Those following weeks were some of the worst of my life.
We only saw each other when he wanted to. Sometimes just for an hour or two. He became cold, stopped putting hearts in his good morning and good night messages, stopped calling me before bed, and answered me very harshly.
I knew something was seriously wrong.
One evening he came over, we were intimate, and afterward I asked him to stay the night. He refused and went home.
The next day we already had plans for a sleepover that we had arranged a week earlier. He agreed. But a few hours before, I asked when he was coming so we could go for a walk first. He suddenly said a friend was coming over and wanted to cancel.

I suggested he spend time with his friend first and then come over afterward.

That’s when everything exploded.
He told me he didn’t want to feel like a dog on a leash. He said he felt bad with me and that I felt bad with him. Then he told me we were breaking up.
At that point I didn’t even argue anymore. I simply replied, “Okay, let’s stay friends.”
He answered almost 24 hours later with, “Yeah, okay.”
After the breakup, something strange happened.
He started checking on me constantly. Asking how I was doing, whether I was okay, how my day was going. It confused me because he was the one who had chosen to leave. Being friends doesn’t usually mean messaging your ex all the time.
It hurt me, but I was also happy to hear from him.
A little later we hung out with my ex-boyfriend and joked around. Then my ex-boyfriend, who my boyfriend had spent our entire relationship saying he hated, somehow ended up hanging out with him and another friend after I left. This was the same person he had always claimed he wanted nothing to do with.
Eventually my ex and I (the boyfriend who broke up with me) met up as friends. We went to McDonald’s and talked.
After that, we slowly became closer again.
He apologized for everything. For several days he was the one putting all the effort into keeping our conversations going. Eventually, we got back together.
Now things are honestly very good. He’s affectionate again, communicates better, and says he’s sorry for how he handled everything.

The problem is me.
I am terrified that it will happen again
I’m scared to give him the same amount of attention and affection I used to because I’m afraid of pushing him away. Recently he told me that I’ve become colder and that it worries him.
I finally told him how badly everything affected me. During those weeks I lost around 10 kg (22 lbs) because of stress. He seemed genuinely shocked, understood how much pain I went through, and apologized again.
We’re even planning a summer vacation together now.

But despite all that, I still have doubts. Part of me still struggles to believe we can have a future together after what happened.

Has anyone experienced something similar? Were you able to rebuild trust after a breakup and reconciliation? How did you stop worrying that it would happen again?

I (female) have been with my boyfriend for 11 months.

Around our 9th month together, something changed. We had recently come back from a trip to our country’s capital, and everything seemed great. We had a wonderful time together, and I felt like our relationship was strong.

A couple of weeks later, he suddenly started becoming distant. I kept asking what was wrong, but he always said everything was fine.

One evening while we were watching a movie together, he suddenly told me he wanted to break up. I was shocked and asked why. He said he needed to focus on himself because he was starting a new IT job and would need to spend a lot of time studying and preparing for it. He said he wanted to focus only on himself.

I completely broke down. I was crying hysterically while he comforted me. Somehow, we ended up staying together. For the next two weeks, he was practically living at my place, but something still felt off. He wasn’t acting like himself.

Then one evening, he told me he wanted to go home. I have anxiety, so I immediately got worried and asked why. He said he just wanted to be alone for a night. I started crying because it felt strange and unlike him. That’s when he became unusually aggressive, which honestly scared me.

Eventually, he promised he would go home, sleep there, and come back to my place the next morning. He reassured me that everything was okay.

He left, but he never called when he got home, even though we always did that. The next day he didn’t answer me until around 2 PM. He had even turned off his phone so I couldn’t call him.

When he finally replied, he said everything was fine and that he was coming over.

He arrived with his mother.

They came to pick up his belongings because he had a lot of things at my place, including his laptop and other equipment. I was completely blindsided. I asked him to explain what was happening.

He told me that I was “too much.” He said he wanted to spend more time at home, with his family, and with friends. I asked why he had never talked to me about these feelings before because we could have worked on it together and found a compromise.

He said he had already made up his mind.

We talked for about an hour. His mother eventually left. In the end, we agreed that he would think about things for a few days and that we were technically still together during that time.

Those following weeks were some of the worst of my life.

We only saw each other when he wanted to. Sometimes just for an hour or two. He became cold, stopped putting hearts in his good morning and good night messages, stopped calling me before bed, and answered me very harshly.

I knew something was seriously wrong.

One evening he came over, we were intimate, and afterward I asked him to stay the night. He refused and went home.

The next day we already had plans for a sleepover that we had arranged a week earlier. He agreed. But a few hours before, I asked when he was coming so we could go for a walk first. He suddenly said a friend was coming over and wanted to cancel.

I suggested he spend time with his friend first and then come over afterward.

That’s when everything exploded.

He told me he didn’t want to feel like a dog on a leash. He said he felt bad with me and that I felt bad with him. Then he told me we were breaking up.

At that point I didn’t even argue anymore. I simply replied, “Okay, let’s stay friends.”

He answered almost 24 hours later with, “Yeah, okay.”

After the breakup, something strange happened.

He started checking on me constantly. Asking how I was doing, whether I was okay, how my day was going. It confused me because he was the one who had chosen to leave. Being friends doesn’t usually mean messaging your ex all the time.

It hurt me, but I was also happy to hear from him.

A little later we hung out with my ex-boyfriend and joked around. Then my ex-boyfriend, who my boyfriend had spent our entire relationship saying he hated, somehow ended up hanging out with him and another friend after I left. This was the same person he had always claimed he wanted nothing to do with.

Eventually my ex and I (the boyfriend who broke up with me) met up as friends. We went to McDonald’s and talked.

After that, we slowly became closer again.

He apologized for everything. For several days he was the one putting all the effort into keeping our conversations going. Eventually, we got back together.

Now things are honestly very good. He’s affectionate again, communicates better, and says he’s sorry for how he handled everything.

The problem is me.

I am terrified that it will happen again.

I’m scared to give him the same amount of attention and affection I used to because I’m afraid of pushing him away. Recently he told me that I’ve become colder and that it worries him.

I finally told him how badly everything affected me. During those weeks I lost around 10 kg (22 lbs) because of stress. He seemed genuinely shocked, understood how much pain I went through, and apologized again.

We’re even planning a summer vacation together now.

But despite all that, I still have doubts. Part of me still struggles to believe we can have a future together after what happened.

Has anyone experienced something similar? Were you able to rebuild trust after a breakup and reconciliation? How did you stop worrying that it would happen again?

I (female) have been with my boyfriend for 11 months.

Around our 9th month together, something changed. We had recently come back from a trip to our country’s capital, and everything seemed great. We had a wonderful time together, and I felt like our relationship was strong.

A couple of weeks later, he suddenly started becoming distant. I kept asking what was wrong, but he always said everything was fine.

One evening while we were watching a movie together, he suddenly told me he wanted to break up. I was shocked and asked why. He said he needed to focus on himself because he was starting a new IT job and would need to spend a lot of time studying and preparing for it. He said he wanted to focus only on himself.

I completely broke down. I was crying hysterically while he comforted me. Somehow, we ended up staying together. For the next two weeks, he was practically living at my place, but something still felt off. He wasn’t acting like himself.

Then one evening, he told me he wanted to go home. I have anxiety, so I immediately got worried and asked why. He said he just wanted to be alone for a night. I started crying because it felt strange and unlike him. That’s when he became unusually aggressive, which honestly scared me.

Eventually, he promised he would go home, sleep there, and come back to my place the next morning. He reassured me that everything was okay.

He left, but he never called when he got home, even though we always did that. The next day he didn’t answer me until around 2 PM. He had even turned off his phone so I couldn’t call him.

When he finally replied, he said everything was fine and that he was coming over.

He arrived with his mother.

They came to pick up his belongings because he had a lot of things at my place, including his laptop and other equipment. I was completely blindsided. I asked him to explain what was happening.

He told me that I was “too much.” He said he wanted to spend more time at home, with his family, and with friends. I asked why he had never talked to me about these feelings before because we could have worked on it together and found a compromise.

He said he had already made up his mind.

We talked for about an hour. His mother eventually left. In the end, we agreed that he would think about things for a few days and that we were technically still together during that time.

Those following weeks were some of the worst of my life.

We only saw each other when he wanted to. Sometimes just for an hour or two. He became cold, stopped putting hearts in his good morning and good night messages, stopped calling me before bed, and answered me very harshly.

I knew something was seriously wrong.

One evening he came over, we were intimate, and afterward I asked him to stay the night. He refused and went home.

The next day we already had plans for a sleepover that we had arranged a week earlier. He agreed. But a few hours before, I asked when he was coming so we could go for a walk first. He suddenly said a friend was coming over and wanted to cancel.

I suggested he spend time with his friend first and then come over afterward.

That’s when everything exploded.

He told me he didn’t want to feel like a dog on a leash. He said he felt bad with me and that I felt bad with him. Then he told me we were breaking up.

At that point I didn’t even argue anymore. I simply replied, “Okay, let’s stay friends.”

He answered almost 24 hours later with, “Yeah, okay.”

After the breakup, something strange happened.

He started checking on me constantly. Asking how I was doing, whether I was okay, how my day was going. It confused me because he was the one who had chosen to leave. Being friends doesn’t usually mean messaging your ex all the time.

It hurt me, but I was also happy to hear from him.

A little later we hung out with my ex-boyfriend and joked around. Then my ex-boyfriend, who my boyfriend had spent our entire relationship saying he hated, somehow ended up hanging out with him and another friend after I left. This was the same person he had always claimed he wanted nothing to do with.

Eventually my ex and I (the boyfriend who broke up with me) met up as friends. We went to McDonald’s and talked.

After that, we slowly became closer again.

He apologized for everything. For several days he was the one putting all the effort into keeping our conversations going. Eventually, we got back together.

Now things are honestly very good. He’s affectionate again, communicates better, and says he’s sorry for how he handled everything.

The problem is me.

I am terrified that it will happen again.

I’m scared to give him the same amount of attention and affection I used to because I’m afraid of pushing him away. Recently he told me that I’ve become colder and that it worries him.

I finally told him how badly everything affected me. During those weeks I lost around 10 kg (22 lbs) because of stress. He seemed genuinely shocked, understood how much pain I went through, and apologized again.

We’re even planning a summer vacation together now.

But despite all that, I still have doubts. Part of me still struggles to believe we can have a future together after what happened.

Has anyone experienced something similar? Were you able to rebuild trust after a breakup and reconciliation? How did you stop worrying that it would happen again?

I (female) have been with my boyfriend for 11 months.

Around our 9th month together, something changed. We had recently come back from a trip to our country’s capital, and everything seemed great. We had a wonderful time together, and I felt like our relationship was strong.

A couple of weeks later, he suddenly started becoming distant. I kept asking what was wrong, but he always said everything was fine.

One evening while we were watching a movie together, he suddenly told me he wanted to break up. I was shocked and asked why. He said he needed to focus on himself because he was starting a new IT job and would need to spend a lot of time studying and preparing for it. He said he wanted to focus only on himself.

I completely broke down. I was crying hysterically while he comforted me. Somehow, we ended up staying together. For the next two weeks, he was practically living at my place, but something still felt off. He wasn’t acting like himself.

Then one evening, he told me he wanted to go home. I have anxiety, so I immediately got worried and asked why. He said he just wanted to be alone for a night. I started crying because it felt strange and unlike him. That’s when he became unusually aggressive, which honestly scared me.

Eventually, he promised he would go home, sleep there, and come back to my place the next morning. He reassured me that everything was okay.

He left, but he never called when he got home, even though we always did that. The next day he didn’t answer me until around 2 PM. He had even turned off his phone so I couldn’t call him.

When he finally replied, he said everything was fine and that he was coming over.

He arrived with his mother.

They came to pick up his belongings because he had a lot of things at my place, including his laptop and other equipment. I was completely blindsided. I asked him to explain what was happening.

He told me that I was “too much.” He said he wanted to spend more time at home, with his family, and with friends. I asked why he had never talked to me about these feelings before because we could have worked on it together and found a compromise.

He said he had already made up his mind.

We talked for about an hour. His mother eventually left. In the end, we agreed that he would think about things for a few days and that we were technically still together during that time.

Those following weeks were some of the worst of my life.

We only saw each other when he wanted to. Sometimes just for an hour or two. He became cold, stopped putting hearts in his good morning and good night messages, stopped calling me before bed, and answered me very harshly.

I knew something was seriously wrong.

One evening he came over, we were intimate, and afterward I asked him to stay the night. He refused and went home.

The next day we already had plans for a sleepover that we had arranged a week earlier. He agreed. But a few hours before, I asked when he was coming so we could go for a walk first. He suddenly said a friend was coming over and wanted to cancel.

I suggested he spend time with his friend first and then come over afterward.

That’s when everything exploded.

He told me he didn’t want to feel like a dog on a leash. He said he felt bad with me and that I felt bad with him. Then he told me we were breaking up.

At that point I didn’t even argue anymore. I simply replied, “Okay, let’s stay friends.”

He answered almost 24 hours later with, “Yeah, okay.”

After the breakup, something strange happened.

He started checking on me constantly. Asking how I was doing, whether I was okay, how my day was going. It confused me because he was the one who had chosen to leave. Being friends doesn’t usually mean messaging your ex all the time.

It hurt me, but I was also happy to hear from him.

A little later we hung out with my ex-boyfriend and joked around. Then my ex-boyfriend, who my boyfriend had spent our entire relationship saying he hated, somehow ended up hanging out with him and another friend after I left. This was the same person he had always claimed he wanted nothing to do with.

Eventually my ex and I (the boyfriend who broke up with me) met up as friends. We went to McDonald’s and talked.

After that, we slowly became closer again.

He apologized for everything. For several days he was the one putting all the effort into keeping our conversations going. Eventually, we got back together.

Now things are honestly very good. He’s affectionate again, communicates better, and says he’s sorry for how he handled everything.

The problem is me.

I am terrified that it will happen again.

I’m scared to give him the same amount of attention and affection I used to because I’m afraid of pushing him away. Recently he told me that I’ve become colder and that it worries him.

I finally told him how badly everything affected me. During those weeks I lost around 10 kg (22 lbs) because of stress. He seemed genuinely shocked, understood how much pain I went through, and apologized again.

We’re even planning a summer vacation together now.

But despite all that, I still have doubts. Part of me still struggles to believe we can have a future together after what happened.

Has anyone experienced something similar? Were you able to rebuild trust after a breakup and reconciliation? How did you stop worrying that it would happen again?

I (female) have been with my boyfriend for 11 months.

Around our 9th month together, something changed. We had recently come back from a trip to our country’s capital, and everything seemed great. We had a wonderful time together, and I felt like our relationship was strong.

A couple of weeks later, he suddenly started becoming distant. I kept asking what was wrong, but he always said everything was fine.

One evening while we were watching a movie together, he suddenly told me he wanted to break up. I was shocked and asked why. He said he needed to focus on himself because he was starting a new IT job and would need to spend a lot of time studying and preparing for it. He said he wanted to focus only on himself.

I completely broke down. I was crying hysterically while he comforted me. Somehow, we ended up staying together. For the next two weeks, he was practically living at my place, but something still felt off. He wasn’t acting like himself.

Then one evening, he told me he wanted to go home. I have anxiety, so I immediately got worried and asked why. He said he just wanted to be alone for a night. I started crying because it felt strange and unlike him. That’s when he became unusually aggressive, which honestly scared me.

Eventually, he promised he would go home, sleep there, and come back to my place the next morning. He reassured me that everything was okay.

He left, but he never called when he got home, even though we always did that. The next day he didn’t answer me until around 2 PM. He had even turned off his phone so I couldn’t call him.

When he finally replied, he said everything was fine and that he was coming over.

He arrived with his mother.

They came to pick up his belongings because he had a lot of things at my place, including his laptop and other equipment. I was completely blindsided. I asked him to explain what was happening.

He told me that I was “too much.” He said he wanted to spend more time at home, with his family, and with friends. I asked why he had never talked to me about these feelings before because we could have worked on it together and found a compromise.

He said he had already made up his mind.

We talked for about an hour. His mother eventually left. In the end, we agreed that he would think about things for a few days and that we were technically still together during that time.

Those following weeks were some of the worst of my life.

We only saw each other when he wanted to. Sometimes just for an hour or two. He became cold, stopped putting hearts in his good morning and good night messages, stopped calling me before bed, and answered me very harshly.

I knew something was seriously wrong.

One evening he came over, we were intimate, and afterward I asked him to stay the night. He refused and went home.

The next day we already had plans for a sleepover that we had arranged a week earlier. He agreed. But a few hours before, I asked when he was coming so we could go for a walk first. He suddenly said a friend was coming over and wanted to cancel.

I suggested he spend time with his friend first and then come over afterward.

That’s when everything exploded.

He told me he didn’t want to feel like a dog on a leash. He said he felt bad with me and that I felt bad with him. Then he told me we were breaking up.

At that point I didn’t even argue anymore. I simply replied, “Okay, let’s stay friends.”

He answered almost 24 hours later with, “Yeah, okay.”

After the breakup, something strange happened.

He started checking on me constantly. Asking how I was doing, whether I was okay, how my day was going. It confused me because he was the one who had chosen to leave. Being friends doesn’t usually mean messaging your ex all the time.

It hurt me, but I was also happy to hear from him.

A little later we hung out with my ex-boyfriend and joked around. Then my ex-boyfriend, who my boyfriend had spent our entire relationship saying he hated, somehow ended up hanging out with him and another friend after I left. This was the same person he had always claimed he wanted nothing to do with.

Eventually my ex and I (the boyfriend who broke up with me) met up as friends. We went to McDonald’s and talked.

After that, we slowly became closer again.

He apologized for everything. For several days he was the one putting all the effort into keeping our conversations going. Eventually, we got back together.

Now things are honestly very good. He’s affectionate again, communicates better, and says he’s sorry for how he handled everything.

The problem is me.

I am terrified that it will happen again.

I’m scared to give him the same amount of attention and affection I used to because I’m afraid of pushing him away. Recently he told me that I’ve become colder and that it worries him.

I finally told him how badly everything affected me. During those weeks I lost around 10 kg (22 lbs) because of stress. He seemed genuinely shocked, understood how much pain I went through, and apologized again.

We’re even planning a summer vacation together now.

But despite all that, I still have doubts. Part of me still struggles to believe we can have a future together after what happened.

Has anyone experienced something similar? Were you able to rebuild trust after a breakup and reconciliation? How did you stop worrying that it would happen again?

I (female) have been with my boyfriend for 11 months.

Around our 9th month together, something changed. We had recently come back from a trip to our country’s capital, and everything seemed great. We had a wonderful time together, and I felt like our relationship was strong.

A couple of weeks later, he suddenly started becoming distant. I kept asking what was wrong, but he always said everything was fine.

One evening while we were watching a movie together, he suddenly told me he wanted to break up. I was shocked and asked why. He said he needed to focus on himself because he was starting a new IT job and would need to spend a lot of time studying and preparing for it. He said he wanted to focus only on himself.

I completely broke down. I was crying hysterically while he comforted me. Somehow, we ended up staying together. For the next two weeks, he was practically living at my place, but something still felt off. He wasn’t acting like himself.

Then one evening, he told me he wanted to go home. I have anxiety, so I immediately got worried and asked why. He said he just wanted to be alone for a night. I started crying because it felt strange and unlike him. That’s when he became unusually aggressive, which honestly scared me.

Eventually, he promised he would go home, sleep there, and come back to my place the next morning. He reassured me that everything was okay.

He left, but he never called when he got home, even though we always did that. The next day he didn’t answer me until around 2 PM. He had even turned off his phone so I couldn’t call him.

When he finally replied, he said everything was fine and that he was coming over.

He arrived with his mother.

They came to pick up his belongings because he had a lot of things at my place, including his laptop and other equipment. I was completely blindsided. I asked him to explain what was happening.

He told me that I was “too much.” He said he wanted to spend more time at home, with his family, and with friends. I asked why he had never talked to me about these feelings before because we could have worked on it together and found a compromise.

He said he had already made up his mind.

We talked for about an hour. His mother eventually left. In the end, we agreed that he would think about things for a few days and that we were technically still together during that time.

Those following weeks were some of the worst of my life.

We only saw each other when he wanted to. Sometimes just for an hour or two. He became cold, stopped putting hearts in his good morning and good night messages, stopped calling me before bed, and answered me very harshly.

I knew something was seriously wrong.

One evening he came over, we were intimate, and afterward I asked him to stay the night. He refused and went home.

The next day we already had plans for a sleepover that we had arranged a week earlier. He agreed. But a few hours before, I asked when he was coming so we could go for a walk first. He suddenly said a friend was coming over and wanted to cancel.

I suggested he spend time with his friend first and then come over afterward.

That’s when everything exploded.

He told me he didn’t want to feel like a dog on a leash. He said he felt bad with me and that I felt bad with him. Then he told me we were breaking up.

At that point I didn’t even argue anymore. I simply replied, “Okay, let’s stay friends.”

He answered almost 24 hours later with, “Yeah, okay.”

After the breakup, something strange happened.

He started checking on me constantly. Asking how I was doing, whether I was okay, how my day was going. It confused me because he was the one who had chosen to leave. Being friends doesn’t usually mean messaging your ex all the time.

It hurt me, but I was also happy to hear from him.

A little later we hung out with my ex-boyfriend and joked around. Then my ex-boyfriend, who my boyfriend had spent our entire relationship saying he hated, somehow ended up hanging out with him and another friend after I left. This was the same person he had always claimed he wanted nothing to do with.

Eventually my ex and I (the boyfriend who broke up with me) met up as friends. We went to McDonald’s and talked.

After that, we slowly became closer again.

He apologized for everything. For several days he was the one putting all the effort into keeping our conversations going. Eventually, we got back together.

Now things are honestly very good. He’s affectionate again, communicates better, and says he’s sorry for how he handled everything.

The problem is me.

I am terrified that it will happen again.

I’m scared to give him the same amount of attention and affection I used to because I’m afraid of pushing him away. Recently he told me that I’ve become colder and that it worries him.

I finally told him how badly everything affected me. During those weeks I lost around 10 kg (22 lbs) because of stress. He seemed genuinely shocked, understood how much pain I went through, and apologized again.

We’re even planning a summer vacation together now.

But despite all that, I still have doubts. Part of me still struggles to believe we can have a future together after what happened.

Has anyone experienced something similar? Were you able to rebuild trust after a breakup and reconciliation? How did you stop worrying that it would happen again?

I (female) have been with my boyfriend for 11 months.

Around our 9th month together, something changed. We had recently come back from a trip to our country’s capital, and everything seemed great. We had a wonderful time together, and I felt like our relationship was strong.

A couple of weeks later, he suddenly started becoming distant. I kept asking what was wrong, but he always said everything was fine.

One evening while we were watching a movie together, he suddenly told me he wanted to break up. I was shocked and asked why. He said he needed to focus on himself because he was starting a new IT job and would need to spend a lot of time studying and preparing for it. He said he wanted to focus only on himself.

I completely broke down. I was crying hysterically while he comforted me. Somehow, we ended up staying together. For the next two weeks, he was practically living at my place, but something still felt off. He wasn’t acting like himself.

Then one evening, he told me he wanted to go home. I have anxiety, so I immediately got worried and asked why. He said he just wanted to be alone for a night. I started crying because it felt strange and unlike him. That’s when he became unusually aggressive, which honestly scared me.

Eventually, he promised he would go home, sleep there, and come back to my place the next morning. He reassured me that everything was okay.

He left, but he never called when he got home, even though we always did that. The next day he didn’t answer me until around 2 PM. He had even turned off his phone so I couldn’t call him.

When he finally replied, he said everything was fine and that he was coming over.

He arrived with his mother.

They came to pick up his belongings because he had a lot of things at my place, including his laptop and other equipment. I was completely blindsided. I asked him to explain what was happening.

He told me that I was “too much.” He said he wanted to spend more time at home, with his family, and with friends. I asked why he had never talked to me about these feelings before because we could have worked on it together and found a compromise.

He said he had already made up his mind.

We talked for about an hour. His mother eventually left. In the end, we agreed that he would think about things for a few days and that we were technically still together during that time.

Those following weeks were some of the worst of my life.

We only saw each other when he wanted to. Sometimes just for an hour or two. He became cold, stopped putting hearts in his good morning and good night messages, stopped calling me before bed, and answered me very harshly.

I knew something was seriously wrong.

One evening he came over, we were intimate, and afterward I asked him to stay the night. He refused and went home.

The next day we already had plans for a sleepover that we had arranged a week earlier. He agreed. But a few hours before, I asked when he was coming so we could go for a walk first. He suddenly said a friend was coming over and wanted to cancel.

I suggested he spend time with his friend first and then come over afterward.

That’s when everything exploded.

He told me he didn’t want to feel like a dog on a leash. He said he felt bad with me and that I felt bad with him. Then he told me we were breaking up.

At that point I didn’t even argue anymore. I simply replied, “Okay, let’s stay friends.”

He answered almost 24 hours later with, “Yeah, okay.”

After the breakup, something strange happened.

He started checking on me constantly. Asking how I was doing, whether I was okay, how my day was going. It confused me because he was the one who had chosen to leave. Being friends doesn’t usually mean messaging your ex all the time.

It hurt me, but I was also happy to hear from him.

A little later we hung out with my ex-boyfriend and joked around. Then my ex-boyfriend, who my boyfriend had spent our entire relationship saying he hated, somehow ended up hanging out with him and another friend after I left. This was the same person he had always claimed he wanted nothing to do with.

Eventually my ex and I (the boyfriend who broke up with me) met up as friends. We went to McDonald’s and talked.

After that, we slowly became closer again.

He apologized for everything. For several days he was the one putting all the effort into keeping our conversations going. Eventually, we got back together.

Now things are honestly very good. He’s affectionate again, communicates better, and says he’s sorry for how he handled everything.

The problem is me.

I am terrified that it will happen again.

I’m scared to give him the same amount of attention and affection I used to because I’m afraid of pushing him away. Recently he told me that I’ve become colder and that it worries him.

I finally told him how badly everything affected me. During those weeks I lost around 10 kg (22 lbs) because of stress. He seemed genuinely shocked, understood how much pain I went through, and apologized again.

We’re even planning a summer vacation together now.

But despite all that, I still have doubts. Part of me still struggles to believe we can have a future together after what happened.

Has anyone experienced something similar? Were you able to rebuild trust after a breakup and reconciliation? How did you stop worrying that it would happen again?

I (female) have been with my boyfriend for 11 months.

Around our 9th month together, something changed. We had recently come back from a trip to our country’s capital, and everything seemed great. We had a wonderful time together, and I felt like our relationship was strong.

A couple of weeks later, he suddenly started becoming distant. I kept asking what was wrong, but he always said everything was fine.

One evening while we were watching a movie together, he suddenly told me he wanted to break up. I was shocked and asked why. He said he needed to focus on himself because he was starting a new IT job and would need to spend a lot of time studying and preparing for it. He said he wanted to focus only on himself.

I completely broke down. I was crying hysterically while he comforted me. Somehow, we ended up staying together. For the next two weeks, he was practically living at my place, but something still felt off. He wasn’t acting like himself.

Then one evening, he told me he wanted to go home. I have anxiety, so I immediately got worried and asked why. He said he just wanted to be alone for a night. I started crying because it felt strange and unlike him. That’s when he became unusually aggressive, which honestly scared me.

Eventually, he promised he would go home, sleep there, and come back to my place the next morning. He reassured me that everything was okay.

He left, but he never called when he got home, even though we always did that. The next day he didn’t answer me until around 2 PM. He had even turned off his phone so I couldn’t call him.

When he finally replied, he said everything was fine and that he was coming over.

He arrived with his mother.

They came to pick up his belongings because he had a lot of things at my place, including his laptop and other equipment. I was completely blindsided. I asked him to explain what was happening.

He told me that I was “too much.” He said he wanted to spend more time at home, with his family, and with friends. I asked why he had never talked to me about these feelings before because we could have worked on it together and found a compromise.

He said he had already made up his mind.

We talked for about an hour. His mother eventually left. In the end, we agreed that he would think about things for a few days and that we were technically still together during that time.

Those following weeks were some of the worst of my life.

We only saw each other when he wanted to. Sometimes just for an hour or two. He became cold, stopped putting hearts in his good morning and good night messages, stopped calling me before bed, and answered me very harshly.

I knew something was seriously wrong.

One evening he came over, we were intimate, and afterward I asked him to stay the night. He refused and went home.

The next day we already had plans for a sleepover that we had arranged a week earlier. He agreed. But a few hours before, I asked when he was coming so we could go for a walk first. He suddenly said a friend was coming over and wanted to cancel.

I suggested he spend time with his friend first and then come over afterward.

That’s when everything exploded.

He told me he didn’t want to feel like a dog on a leash. He said he felt bad with me and that I felt bad with him. Then he told me we were breaking up.

At that point I didn’t even argue anymore. I simply replied, “Okay, let’s stay friends.”

He answered almost 24 hours later with, “Yeah, okay.”

After the breakup, something strange happened.

He started checking on me constantly. Asking how I was doing, whether I was okay, how my day was going. It confused me because he was the one who had chosen to leave. Being friends doesn’t usually mean messaging your ex all the time.

It hurt me, but I was also happy to hear from him.

A little later we hung out with my ex-boyfriend and joked around. Then my ex-boyfriend, who my boyfriend had spent our entire relationship saying he hated, somehow ended up hanging out with him and another friend after I left. This was the same person he had always claimed he wanted nothing to do with.

Eventually my ex and I (the boyfriend who broke up with me) met up as friends. We went to McDonald’s and talked.

After that, we slowly became closer again.

He apologized for everything. For several days he was the one putting all the effort into keeping our conversations going. Eventually, we got back together.

Now things are honestly very good. He’s affectionate again, communicates better, and says he’s sorry for how he handled everything.

The problem is me.

I am terrified that it will happen again.

I’m scared to give him the same amount of attention and affection I used to because I’m afraid of pushing him away. Recently he told me that I’ve become colder and that it worries him.

I finally told him how badly everything affected me. During those weeks I lost around 10 kg (22 lbs) because of stress. He seemed genuinely shocked, understood how much pain I went through, and apologized again.

We’re even planning a summer vacation together now.

But despite all that, I still have doubts. Part of me still struggles to believe we can have a future together after what happened.

Has anyone experienced something similar? Were you able to rebuild trust after a breakup and reconciliation? How did you stop worrying that it would happen again?

I (female) have been with my boyfriend for 11 months.

Around our 9th month together, something changed. We had recently come back from a trip to our country’s capital, and everything seemed great. We had a wonderful time together, and I felt like our relationship was strong.

A couple of weeks later, he suddenly started becoming distant. I kept asking what was wrong, but he always said everything was fine.

One evening while we were watching a movie together, he suddenly told me he wanted to break up. I was shocked and asked why. He said he needed to focus on himself because he was starting a new IT job and would need to spend a lot of time studying and preparing for it. He said he wanted to focus only on himself.

I completely broke down. I was crying hysterically while he comforted me. Somehow, we ended up staying together. For the next two weeks, he was practically living at my place, but something still felt off. He wasn’t acting like himself.

Then one evening, he told me he wanted to go home. I have anxiety, so I immediately got worried and asked why. He said he just wanted to be alone for a night. I started crying because it felt strange and unlike him. That’s when he became unusually aggressive, which honestly scared me.

Eventually, he promised he would go home, sleep there, and come back to my place the next morning. He reassured me that everything was okay.

He left, but he never called when he got home, even though we always did that. The next day he didn’t answer me until around 2 PM. He had even turned off his phone so I couldn’t call him.

When he finally replied, he said everything was fine and that he was coming over.

He arrived with his mother.

They came to pick up his belongings because he had a lot of things at my place, including his laptop and other equipment. I was completely blindsided. I asked him to explain what was happening.

He told me that I was “too much.” He said he wanted to spend more time at home, with his family, and with friends. I asked why he had never talked to me about these feelings before because we could have worked on it together and found a compromise.

He said he had already made up his mind.

We talked for about an hour. His mother eventually left. In the end, we agreed that he would think about things for a few days and that we were technically still together during that time.

Those following weeks were some of the worst of my life.

We only saw each other when he wanted to. Sometimes just for an hour or two. He became cold, stopped putting hearts in his good morning and good night messages, stopped calling me before bed, and answered me very harshly.

I knew something was seriously wrong.

One evening he came over, we were intimate, and afterward I asked him to stay the night. He refused and went home.

The next day we already had plans for a sleepover that we had arranged a week earlier. He agreed. But a few hours before, I asked when he was coming so we could go for a walk first. He suddenly said a friend was coming over and wanted to cancel.

I suggested he spend time with his friend first and then come over afterward.

That’s when everything exploded.

He told me he didn’t want to feel like a dog on a leash. He said he felt bad with me and that I felt bad with him. Then he told me we were breaking up.

At that point I didn’t even argue anymore. I simply replied, “Okay, let’s stay friends.”

He answered almost 24 hours later with, “Yeah, okay.”

After the breakup, something strange happened.

He started checking on me constantly. Asking how I was doing, whether I was okay, how my day was going. It confused me because he was the one who had chosen to leave. Being friends doesn’t usually mean messaging your ex all the time.

It hurt me, but I was also happy to hear from him.

A little later we hung out with my ex-boyfriend and joked around. Then my ex-boyfriend, who my boyfriend had spent our entire relationship saying he hated, somehow ended up hanging out with him and another friend after I left. This was the same person he had always claimed he wanted nothing to do with.

Eventually my ex and I (the boyfriend who broke up with me) met up as friends. We went to McDonald’s and talked.

After that, we slowly became closer again.

He apologized for everything. For several days he was the one putting all the effort into keeping our conversations going. Eventually, we got back together.

Now things are honestly very good. He’s affectionate again, communicates better, and says he’s sorry for how he handled everything.

The problem is me.

I am terrified that it will happen again.

I’m scared to give him the same amount of attention and affection I used to because I’m afraid of pushing him away. Recently he told me that I’ve become colder and that it worries him.

I finally told him how badly everything affected me. During those weeks I lost around 10 kg (22 lbs) because of stress. He seemed genuinely shocked, understood how much pain I went through, and apologized again.

We’re even planning a summer vacation together now.

But despite all that, I still have doubts. Part of me still struggles to believe we can have a future together after what happened.

Has anyone experienced something similar? Were you able to rebuild trust after a breakup and reconciliation? How did you stop worrying that it would happen again?

Мы с парнем вместе уже 11 месяцев.

Примерно на девятом месяце отношений я заметила, что он начал отдаляться. До этого всё было хорошо: мы вместе ездили в столицу, отлично провели время, были близки и счастливы. Поэтому я совершенно не понимала, что происходит.
Через пару недель после поездки он стал холоднее. Когда я спрашивала, что случилось, он всегда отвечал, что всё нормально.
Однажды вечером мы смотрели фильм, и вдруг он сказал, что хочет расстаться. На мой вопрос почему ответил, что ему нужно сосредоточиться на себе. Он как раз начинал новую работу в IT, ему нужно было много учиться, и он решил, что сейчас хочет заниматься только собой.
У меня случилась настоящая истерика. Я плакала, а он меня успокаивал. В итоге мы тогда не расстались и остались вместе.
Следующие две недели он практически жил у меня. Внешне всё было нормально, но я чувствовала, что что-то изменилось. Он словно стал другим человеком.
Потом однажды вечером он сказал, что хочет поехать домой и переночевать у себя. У меня тревожность, поэтому я сразу начала переживать и спрашивать, почему. Он сказал, что просто хочет побыть один.
Я расплакалась, потому что для меня это выглядело очень странно. В ответ он стал раздражительным и агрессивным, что меня сильно напугало.
В итоге он заверил меня, что всё хорошо, что утром вернётся ко мне, и уехал.
Когда он приехал домой, он даже не позвонил, хотя раньше мы всегда сообщали друг другу, что добрались. На следующий день он вообще не отвечал до двух часов дня. Более того, он выключил телефон, чтобы я не могла ему дозвониться.
Когда он наконец ответил, сказал, что всё нормально и скоро приедет.
Но приехал он не один, а со своей мамой.
Оказалось, что они приехали за его вещами, которые были у меня дома. Я была в полном шоке и попросила объяснить, что происходит.
Тогда он сказал, что меня в его жизни стало слишком много. Что он хочет чаще бывать дома, проводить больше времени с семьёй и друзьями.
Я спросила, почему он раньше ничего не говорил. Ведь если бы он поделился своими чувствами, мы могли бы найти компромисс и решить проблему вместе.

Но он ответил, что уже всё решил.

Мы разговаривали около часа. В итоге договорились, что он подумает ещё несколько дней, а пока мы остаёмся вместе.
Эти недели стали одними из самых тяжёлых в моей жизни.
Мы виделись только тогда, когда он сам этого хотел. Иногда всего на час-два. Он стал отвечать холодно и грубо, перестал писать милые сообщения, перестал звонить перед сном. Я чувствовала, что отношения буквально разваливаются у меня на глазах.
Однажды он был у меня дома, между нами была близость, и после этого я попросила его остаться на ночь. Он отказался и уехал домой.
На следующий день у нас была запланирована ночёвка, о которой мы договорились заранее. Сначала он согласился, но за пару часов до встречи написал, что к нему придёт друг и он отменяет планы.
Я предложила ему встретиться с другом, а потом приехать ко мне.
После этого он резко сказал, что не хочет чувствовать себя собакой на поводке. Что ему плохо со мной, а мне плохо с ним. И заявил, что мы расстаёмся.
У меня уже не осталось сил спорить. Я просто ответила: «Хорошо, тогда останемся друзьями».
Только спустя сутки он ответил: «Да, хорошо».
После расставания произошло то, чего я совсем не ожидала.
Он начал регулярно писать мне и интересоваться, как у меня дела. Спрашивал, всё ли в порядке, как проходит день, чем я занимаюсь.
Для меня это было странно. Ведь решение расстаться принял именно он.
С одной стороны, мне было очень больно. С другой — я всё равно радовалась каждому его сообщению.
Со временем мы начали общаться всё больше. В какой-то момент встретились просто как друзья, поговорили, сходили в Макдональдс.
Постепенно мы снова сблизились.
Он извинился за всё, что произошло. Несколько дней именно он проявлял инициативу в общении и буквально пытался вернуть нашу связь.
В итоге мы снова сошлись.
Сейчас у нас всё хорошо. Он снова стал заботливым и внимательным, говорит, что понимает, насколько сильно меня тогда ранил, и искренне жалеет о произошедшем.
Но проблема в том, что я до сих пор не могу отпустить эту ситуацию.
Я постоянно боюсь, что однажды это повторится. Мне страшно снова давать ему столько же любви и внимания, сколько раньше, потому что я боюсь снова потерять его.
Недавно он сказал, что я стала более холодной и закрытой. И это правда.
Я рассказала ему, насколько тяжело мне было пережить тот период. За две недели стресса я потеряла около 10 килограммов. Он был шокирован и ещё раз извинился.
Сейчас мы даже планируем совместный отпуск летом.
Но несмотря на это, внутри меня всё ещё остаются сомнения. Иногда мне кажется, что после такого невозможно полностью вернуть доверие и уверенность в будущем.
Поэтому мне интересно услышать мнение других людей.
Был ли у кого-то похожий опыт? Получилось ли у вас восстановить доверие после расставания и воссоединения? И как вы перестали бояться, что всё повторится снова?

I (female) have been with my boyfriend for 11 months.
Around our 9th month together, something changed. We had recently come back from a trip to our country’s capital, and everything seemed great. We had a wonderful time together, and I felt like our relationship was strong.
A couple of weeks later, he suddenly started becoming distant. I kept asking what was wrong, but he always said everything was fine.
One evening while we were watching a movie together, he suddenly told me he wanted to break up. I was shocked and asked why. He said he needed to focus on himself because he was starting a new IT job and would need to spend a lot of time studying and preparing for it. He said he wanted to focus only on himself.
I completely broke down. I was crying hysterically while he comforted me. Somehow, we ended up staying together. For the next two weeks, he was practically living at my place, but something still felt off. He wasn’t acting like himself.
Then one evening, he told me he wanted to go home. I have anxiety, so I immediately got worried and asked why. He said he just wanted to be alone for a night. I started crying because it felt strange and unlike him. That’s when he became unusually aggressive, which honestly scared me.
Eventually, he promised he would go home, sleep there, and come back to my place the next morning. He reassured me that everything was okay.
He left, but he never called when he got home, even though we always did that. The next day he didn’t answer me until around 2 PM. He had even turned off his phone so I couldn’t call him.
When he finally replied, he said everything was fine and that he was coming over.
He arrived with his mother.
They came to pick up his belongings because he had a lot of things at my place, including his laptop and other equipment. I was completely blindsided. I asked him to explain what was happening.
He told me that I was “too much.” He said he wanted to spend more time at home, with his family, and with friends. I asked why he had never talked to me about these feelings before because we could have worked on it together and found a compromise.
He said he had already made up his mind.
We talked for about an hour. His mother eventually left. In the end, we agreed that he would think about things for a few days and that we were technically still together during that time.
Those following weeks were some of the worst of my life.
We only saw each other when he wanted to. Sometimes just for an hour or two. He became cold, stopped putting hearts in his good morning and good night messages, stopped calling me before bed, and answered me very harshly.
I knew something was seriously wrong.
One evening he came over, we were intimate, and afterward I asked him to stay the night. He refused and went home.
The next day we already had plans for a sleepover that we had arranged a week earlier. He agreed. But a few hours before, I asked when he was coming so we could go for a walk first. He suddenly said a friend was coming over and wanted to cancel.

I suggested he spend time with his friend first and then come over afterward.

That’s when everything exploded.
He told me he didn’t want to feel like a dog on a leash. He said he felt bad with me and that I felt bad with him. Then he told me we were breaking up.
At that point I didn’t even argue anymore. I simply replied, “Okay, let’s stay friends.”
He answered almost 24 hours later with, “Yeah, okay.”
After the breakup, something strange happened.
He started checking on me constantly. Asking how I was doing, whether I was okay, how my day was going. It confused me because he was the one who had chosen to leave. Being friends doesn’t usually mean messaging your ex all the time.
It hurt me, but I was also happy to hear from him.
A little later we hung out with my ex-boyfriend and joked around. Then my ex-boyfriend, who my boyfriend had spent our entire relationship saying he hated, somehow ended up hanging out with him and another friend after I left. This was the same person he had always claimed he wanted nothing to do with.
Eventually my ex and I (the boyfriend who broke up with me) met up as friends. We went to McDonald’s and talked.
After that, we slowly became closer again.
He apologized for everything. For several days he was the one putting all the effort into keeping our conversations going. Eventually, we got back together.
Now things are honestly very good. He’s affectionate again, communicates better, and says he’s sorry for how he handled everything.

The problem is me.
I am terrified that it will happen again
I’m scared to give him the same amount of attention and affection I used to because I’m afraid of pushing him away. Recently he told me that I’ve become colder and that it worries him.
I finally told him how badly everything affected me. During those weeks I lost around 10 kg (22 lbs) because of stress. He seemed genuinely shocked, understood how much pain I went through, and apologized again.
We’re even planning a summer vacation together now.

But despite all that, I still have doubts. Part of me still struggles to believe we can have a future together after what happened.

Has anyone experienced something similar? Were you able to rebuild trust after a breakup and reconciliation? How did you stop worrying that it would happen again?