u/_awake_and_unafraid

Oi gente! Antes que tudo, disculpa se eu falo errado, faz tempo que não pratico meu português.

Sou Argentina, professora de inglês para adultos e de espanhol para estrangeiros. Eu trabalho on-line e estou pensando na possibilidade de me mudar pro Brasil.

Estive procurando lugares no Brasil e vi que muita gente recomenda Floripa porque é uma cidade não tão grande quanto o Rio, mas também não tão pequena.

Eu queria preguntar para vocês, quanto custa hoje um aluguel? Vocês acham que as pessoas são receptivas/amigáveis? Como é o clima? Eu gostaria de ir a um lugar quente, e pelo que estive lendo, Floripa não é tão quente como o norte.

Muito obrigada desde já!

LONG POST.

Maybe some of you have already read my previous posts. I broke up with my BP ex-boyfriend about three months ago.

The breakup was painful, but what happened afterward was even worse.

A few days after we broke up, he called me crying, saying he wanted to kill himself. Later he called again telling me he missed me, that he couldn’t take it anymore, and that losing me was unbearable.

Then, about a month ago, I unexpectedly ran into him on the street. We ended up talking for a while, and for the first time since the breakup I saw the person I had fallen in love with. The warm, caring, vulnerable man from the beginning of our relationship seemed to be there again.

That encounter hit me harder than I can explain. I had been making progress in my grief, but after seeing him I felt like I was back at square one.

During that conversation, he asked me for a kiss. He told me he had a date scheduled for later that day, but after seeing me he couldn’t go because he felt “dirty.” He told me he would always love me. He told me I would always be able to count on him. And I believed him.

Ten days later, I found out he was seeing someone else.

Suddenly there were photos of him in places we had always wanted to visit together. Photos with her dog, when he used to post pictures with my dog. The replacement felt almost symbolic.

What hurts even more is that he still has my family, my friends, and people close to me on social media. It was obvious that I would eventually see it.

I sent him a message saying that he had every right to move on and live his life, but that I wished he would show some respect and consideration for what we had shared and for the impact this would have on me.

Today I gave in to temptation and stalked his social media. BIG MISTAKE, but hey, I’m not a robot. My family and friends had actually been protecting me by not telling me anything, but I found photos and videos myself.

This was only one month after that encounter in the street.

I did something I have never done after any breakup. I called him while completely overwhelmed, crying uncontrollably.

The person who answered felt like a stranger.

He confirmed he has a new girlfriend. He showed no empathy. No sadness. No sign that any of this was difficult for him. Just a cold “I’m sorry you’re hurting.”

I ended up yelling at him, insulting him, and hanging up because I couldn’t stop crying.

Guys, I’ve read these stories here a thousand times. So many of you describe this same switch, this same feeling of not recognizing the person you loved.

But how do I stop myself from going crazy?

He was my partner. My best friend. A month ago he told me I would always be able to count on him. He told me he would always love me.

I believed him.

Right now I feel completely broken, and I can’t stop crying.

Has anyone else experienced something like this?

How did you cope when the person who once seemed to love you deeply suddenly felt like a completely different person?

How do you reconcile the loving, vulnerable person you knew with the cold, detached person standing in front of you now?

Because right now, I genuinely feel like I’m losing my mind trying to make sense of it.

Hola, gente. A todos los +30 que se mudaron SOLOS a una nueva ciudad, ¿cómo hicieron para elegirla?.

Mi pregunta viene porque me quiero ir de la mía y siempre consideré Buenos Aires, PERO sé que es una ciudad hostil y sin el marco de estudios o laburo, (trabajo remoto) es como que siento que no tendría red (tengo amigos allá pero cada uno con su vida hecha). De chica iba porque tenía familia y al menos una vez al año voy. Amo lo multicultural que es, la infinidad de planes que se pueden hacer… pero no amo el caos constante y lo caro que es todo🫠.

¿Me cuentan experiencias?