Does anyone else feel like the fixer?
You fall in love, show them what love is in all capacities. From loyalty, care, service, honesty, etc.
They’ve never had it before. Sabotage it. You guys break up.
Now they’re just this perfect creation for the next person because they saw what it means to love and how to carry it out.
Now someone else gets everything from them that you so badly wanted.
I’m tired of this.
You’re in pain. You want to speak to them. You wonder if there’s ever a chance to reconcile. They wake up every day and choose to maintain the silence and distance.
Before you pick up that phone, before you break and wonder if there’s a possibility, just remember
they have your number, too.
1,200 hours of complete silence. Like three years were erased and never existed. Compatible in every way. Pure magic.
How people can just turn it off baffles me. My mind cannot fathom it. Simply not in my nature.
I hope you’re hurting too, not because I’m wishing ill upon you. Because while it’s the force that keeps you away, it’s also the one that can bring you back.
Come home.
I just don’t know how to gather myself after everything.
I say this humbly, but I have things going for me. My friends say to walk with my head high. I am taking care of what I need to take care of and have built a life for myself.
With that being said, this betrayal and separation, has just made me want to disappear. I deactivated social media completely, I moved to a new place, I cut off all her friends, I changed my phone number, it’s like I died in her world.
But I don’t want to reemerge. I feel like I’m hiding from the world and I don’t have the courage to show myself again. I don’t want her to see me. I certainly don’t want to see her cause that will just kill me.
I simply don’t know how to overcome it.
The back and forth is so hard.
Some days I’m okay, some days I’m not. Some days I fight everything in me to not text her, other days it’s easy to talk myself out of it.
I miss my girl. I do. I hate what she did to us. I hate that I know she isn’t good for me. I know if she never left, I never would have.
But all of this logic does not change the heavy love I have for her and what we could have been. This all just sucks.
You know this is wrong, my love.
Come home. I know you feel the pull, too.
The question.
If you got your ex back. How did you do it?
I’m on day 48 of no contact.
EDIT: It’s just a question. I’m not trying to manufacture something. I live and grow as if it’s over. I just wanted to hear stories from those who found success later on with this.
47 days.
I know I need to stop counting the misery but that woman was truly my sky.
I need to let it go. My heart refuses.
Rebuilding after a discard is difficult.
To be betrayed and then have the narrative flipped on you and broken up with is devastating.
She can live in her narrative, and I will live in reality.
I’m so angry and heartbroken. So much to say to her yet no where for it to go.
Staying strong. I’m tired of staying strong.
Sucks being broken up with. There’s nothing you can do.
You need to believe them when they say they don’t want a life with you in it. Convincing them does nothing. Persuading them does nothing. Why would you ever want to have to convince someone that you are worth having in their life?
Just makes you the loser that can’t move on and keeps begging. You become the butt of all jokes in the friend group. It all blows.
It’s such a cruel thing to do to a human.
To anyone else going through it please just stick to your no contact. Save your dignity, save your self-respect.
Let them take the loss.
Another day. My eyes open hoping last night was the night. That I’ll wake up to her name on my screen.
Silence. Never knew hell could be experienced while still living.
Over 6 weeks no contact. I want to reach out so bad.
Maybe one more conversation can save us.
Then I remember; she knows I love her, she knows I want us back together, she knows the ball is in her court. There’s zero misunderstanding on my end.
Yet she still wakes up everyday, and chooses silence.
Fuck this.
The love has not faded in the slightest. Still the air that I breathe.
But my days aren’t as paralyzing anymore. I wish upon anything with power, that her name would light up my screen.
Hey all,
I’m an American male and am looking to visit really soon. I’ve always had an incredible appreciation for your culture. Has always seemed so elegant and classy.
My country is strongly disliked, for obvious reasons. My question is the second I open my mouth people will know I’m an American.
Will this prove to be difficult with making friends and dating?
I apologize if this is too vague. Can answer more specific questions.
Three years together. Intense love. No abuse, lying, cheating, drug issues, finance issues, just miscommunication from hardship early in the relationship.
61 days broken up, 41 days no contact.
I’m holding hope. What does this future look like? Will my love return to me?
I know I have to accept that she’s not coming back. That she’s gone. That I’m not wanted or worth it to her anymore.
I just can’t do it. My mind can’t accept that reality. I’m holding on to any hope I can.
Still holding on. Still waiting for her name to light up my screen.
I know there’s an incredible pull between us. I know you can feel it too, baby.
Please, grab that phone and come home. I love you. Until the final supernova burns across the sky.
Dumpees, just curious. How many of you have had them return? With intent to reconcile.
I think about you everyday, baby. It’s not over for me. Our love is frozen in time.