r/relationship_thoughts

I'm 35F and I've been in a long-distance relationship with my European boyfriend for about six months. We only get to see each other every 3–4 months for one or two weeks. He's genuinely kind, loving, respectful, and whenever he visits Vietnam, he pays for everything.

From the beginning, I was honest about what I wanted in a long-term partner. When I say I want a "provider," I don't mean someone to financially support me or pay for everything. I mean someone who makes me feel cared for, protected, and secure. We talked about this early on, and he understood. We even agreed that if we ever lived together, we'd split expenses around 70/30 since he earns significantly more than I do.

However, as our relationship has become more serious, I've started noticing some fundamental differences.

He grew up with a very strong 50/50 mindset. His parents divorced, and his mother received half of his father's assets even though she hadn't worked, which left him with deep concerns about financial fairness. He's also mentioned wanting a prenuptial agreement. I completely understand where his fears come from, but part of me wonders whether he's genuinely comfortable with our arrangement or if he's only agreeing because he's in love right now.

Another issue is that whenever he visits Vietnam, he relies on me for almost everything besides paying. I make the plans, book the hotels, arrange transportation, figure out directions, solve problems, and make most of the decisions. When I asked why he depended on me so much, he said that since he's paying for the entire trip and money doesn't fall from the sky, he wants to be "lazy" and be taken care of a little.

That answer really bothered me because it made me feel less like his partner and more like his mother or travel manager.

Recently, we had a very serious conversation about our future. I am 100% certain that I never want children. I asked him to really think about whether he wants them because I believe it's one of the biggest life decisions a couple can make. After thinking about it, he told me, "I think I want children."

We both agreed that neither of us wants to give up our core values, but neither of us wants to lose this relationship either. I told him I couldn't be the one to say goodbye, so I left the decision to him. He simply said he doesn't want to give up.

I truly believe he loves me, and I love him too. But sometimes his love feels... young. Sincere and genuine, but not mature enough to make me feel emotionally safe or confident about building a future together. I often feel like I'm carrying most of the mental load, while he's carrying more of the financial side.

I'm completely torn. Part of me wants to keep fighting for this relationship because we still love each other. Another part of me wonders if we're just postponing an inevitable breakup because our visions for the future—especially about having children—are fundamentally different.

If you were in my position, would you keep trying, or would you let go while the relationship is still relatively new? I'd really appreciate hearing different perspectives.

I wonder how much of this is happening that no one talks about. Often we feel so much shame when our partner has an emotional or physical affair, we don’t open up about it. I mean, unless there’s a break up involved. I wonder how many relationships have struggled and stayed together quietly behind the scenes.

I (37f) am currently in the process of rebuilding trust with my bf (31). All I hear is to leave him. I never get the story of people who stayed together and are possibly stronger in the end. There are so many days this feels impossible to do. Wondering if a happy ending is possible?

This is such a long story. I'm just going to share the recent communication I just received from someone I've been seeing for almost a year. He has been without a vehicle/transportation for almost a year. From the beginning, I did notice a few red flags, when I would set boundaries or set my limitations with him, he would get irritated and would respond with a "look" of how do you even have the audacity to ask that? For a whole year practically he has been without a vehicle, I pay the rent all bills etc, and haven't asked him to pay for anything other than need gas money on occasion,another long story. The first 3 months I gave him a ride to work in the morning and would pick him up after work everyday of the week. I work full time. Off on weekends. On my Sunday's off, I would drive him to his mother's so he could look after her and then I would either stay there or pick him up later that evening. Here it is almost 1 year later, he's trying to get a job now but as usual the transportation is falling all back on my shoulders. Again this is a long story, but I just need to vent because my anxiety has gone through the roof since I've been dating him. He also has controlling type issues as well. He has these expectations of me to stay up late and to sit after I've worked all day and work on business stuff etc "for our future" etc. Which I can appreciate, but I need my rest. So I'm called lazy and whiny etc. Fast forward to today, I just took him to his mom's last Sunday and then took off Monday afternoon so he could go get his drug screen etc, and now the issue is I told him today I can't be giving him a ride to and from work 7 days a week. I told him I could do five...I wish he wouldve found a job closer, I have severe ADHD and I'm not trying to make excuses, and I know I can do a lot better on many of my goals, but sometimes he's just so cold to me and he could care less that I cry which he sees and hears. I just can't seem to ever meet his performance expectations on many levels. Not too long ago he asked me tell me what you've done for me? I said I've been loyal to you I love you I've been taking you to your mom's every Sunday for almost a year. His response was you act like you need a badge for that or something. He says he would only need about a month or more maybe two at the most of me taking him to and from work, and I know that it's only temporary, I just wish there was someone else that could help out and that he didn't always put the transportation on my shoulders. I mentioned him trying to get an Uber a few days out of the week and he looked at me like I was nuts. Please see text in "quotes" below he just sent me and let me know your thoughts. I appreciate any advice I'm also open to criticism, I truly want to be there for him as much as I can, I just feel so wiped out after trying to meet his needs for almost a year, and he still isn't happy with me. I currently am in therapy. I do struggle with seeking validation, etc. I am also a people pleaser type as well. Here is what he sent me by text earlier today::::: ▶️"I feel just like your suv,you use and abuse it. Dog it out no matter with all the warning and signs you just ignore it. Then when things fall apart you want to Blame life and how hard things are when you have every opportunity to make things better.

The man in me saw this and wanted to fix it.

But logic says why? Why fix something you're not allowed to use? Why help someone that isn't trying to help you?

You've proven to me time and time again that I can't rely on you. All you want to do is sit around and do nothing to make your life better.

You expect credit when you do something that 9 times out of 10 needs to be done anyway!

You have been your own downfall from day one with your control and limitations. You're a bare minimum person and never exceeds for greatness.

So this is my conclusion if they say they need me 7 days a week I will go elsewhere to make sure I can get there and move forward without you.

If they allow me to work 5 days a week then we'll see how well you can handle that much without crying about it.

Other than that you've left me no choice but to move forward without you. With you I can't do nothing and you refuse to do anything above and beyond, just mediocre and complain about your own doing.

Here's a realistic fact!

In 7 weeks less than 2 months I could have the truck fixed and food in the house. Put gas in your car which puts a little extra money in your pockets.

Because you're helping I also HELP get your suv back up to par before you destroy it by ignoring the dashboard.

You say you just want me not my money when in reality We both know you want the money as well. If not just the money.

Because I pleasure myself for a lil over a month. I clean up after you I cook for us. I do everything for myself. I get my truck I even take myself every time I need to be.

Then what?

The only thing I get from you is arguing and talking bout you. Nothing positive no goals. Just dwelling in negativity.

7 weeks less than two months to make life easier.

Or do nothing !

Lose a good man And struggle. How long do you think your car is going to last by the way you're treating it?

Then what back to doing things to make ends meet again? Smh Your choice Let me know when I get there or before.

But you need to wake up."

I’m 26F and my boyfriend is 27M. We’re in an LDR, and lately I’ve been feeling lonely and disconnected.
He’s a very logical person, while I’m more emotionally driven, though I’ve been working on regulating myself and communicating better. Since the World Cup started, his routine has changed a lot. He stays up late watching games, wakes up early for work, naps after work, then plays his daily games. I know he’s tired, and I genuinely want to understand and support him.

We usually have scheduled noon calls because our schedules don’t line up well. At night, he plays games, and we still chat a bit, but lately the conversations feel very surface-level. We used to have more intentional time, like movie nights or me watching him play games, but that hasn’t really been happening much.

I don’t want to take away his hobbies or make him feel guilty for relaxing. At the same time, I don’t want to ignore my own needs either. Emotional intimacy and intentional time matter to me, especially because we’re long-distance.
We had a serious conflict before that almost ended the relationship, but he chose to stay and we both agreed to rebuild trust, be honest, and communicate instead of keeping things inside. Because of that, I’m trying not to assume the worst, but I’ve been wondering if he’s still happy in the relationship and if we’re both still actively trying to rebuild.

Part of what hurts is that he seems able to stay up and make time for games or friends, but when I ask to talk, he can easily say no. I understand he has his own life and hobbies, but I also want to feel like our relationship still has space in his life.

I’ve even started learning one of his games because I wanted to understand his world more and maybe connect with him through something he enjoys, but he doesn’t know that yet.

How do I bring this up in a way that feels calm and fair? I want to ask if I’m meeting his needs too, and what he needs from me, but I also want to be honest that I’ve been feeling neglected and lonely.

TL;DR:
My LDR boyfriend has been busy with World Cup, work, sleep, and gaming. I want to support him, but I feel emotionally disconnected and lonely. How do I talk to him about needing more intentional time without making him feel attacked?

I made this post previously and deleted my account as I felt it wasn't needed anymore. https://www.reddit.com/r/relationship_advice/comments/1o0t69z/comment/nic4cd5/

.I spoke to him about it and we had a few weeks of no contact. His following count dropped by 600 the night I confronted him so I truly don't know how many girls he actually used to follow. Since then, we got back to how we were at the start and it has been majorly good. However, he recently passed out with his phone open on his ex-friends messages after saying he felt guilty about something so I picked his phone up to close it and saw that he used to send him ig girls and videos of Sabrina talking about how much he wanted to fuck them and his friend sending them to him etc. It's gotten to the point now where it's in my dreams and I feel worse about it. He has no idea I saw as I didn't want to cause an argument and make him spiral into a "You're insecure, it's just banter between mates" argument. Any advice?

Relation of 1.5years. He is DA and I’m anxiously attached.
Things got too bad and we wanted space to not think about things..
We went NC for 10days but I broke contact cause I spiralled.
I had back to back panic attacks.
I called him up, texted him but no response..

Later he said his phone was silent and he will meet me.
But I know he is lying..

How can I confront, what should I even say.. i want him to tell me the truth but idk I just get tongue tied..

I want to ask him if this is what he wants even. The relationship..

At this point, Idk if he just says things as lip service. Or he actually means it..

Tl;dr (22F) I feel like I can’t trust a man for too long. I always feel like he’s eventually going to cheat or change somehow. Is this because of past trauma, or is it actually true? I’ve seen a lot of men who used to treat their partners amazingly and give them everything, but years later they changed completely.
Have any of y’all had a genuinely good man by your side who eventually betrayed you or changed? I’m curious to hear other people’s experiences because sometimes I wonder if this happens in most relationships or if my fears are just affecting the way I see things.

So my fiance seems to be extremely insecure about my ex partner.
I did anal sex with my ex, not often but the main important point is that he raped me anally so I’m just not the best interested in it. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I enjoy it but it just isn’t something I want to do.
I was with my ex 9 years, he was emotionally abusive and groomed me from 16. I’ve been with my fiance 2 years. I’ve done anal with my fiance and I just don’t really like doing it.
He also slept with a 19 year old before he met me and he did anal sex with her, it just puts me off him doing that at the age he was (in his 30’s) and did it so freely with someone on a night stand. I believe in my opinion anal is a big thing.
Anyway, I just don’t want to do it and my fiance is saying how he’s second to my ex, he always will be and I always gave more to him than I will give to him. He said it’s embarrassing that his friends from work will say their girlfriends have done anal with them and they love it and never did it with their ex. It angers me so much how men think they have control and own their women’s bodies, it really does.
If you got this far, thanks, I’m just wondering if anyone else has being in this situation and did you ever overcome it?

Edit - he also says he’s allowed to feel like this and that I had more of an experience with my ex than I give to him now. I honestly cannot cope with this anymore.

Another edit - he doesn’t pressure me into doing it and not once has he ever done that. It’s how he feels about it that’s his issue, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do

Being understanding is a beautiful quality untilit becomes the reason people stop considering your needs.

They say :

No problem, I'll manage

It's Okay ,I understand

Don't worry ,I can adjust

They looks mature on the outside, but inside they feel tired, unseen and taken for granted .

Not because they lack strength because their kindness has no boundary .

Dr.Sreeveni V

Okay, question for the ladies, and honestly anyone who’s lived through a long‑distance situationship that felt like a dramatic Netflix series.

Have you ever been in one of those relationships where you only see your partner once a month… or even once a year? And somehow the distance makes every reunion feel like the emotional equivalent of fireworks, violins, and a slow‑motion movie montage.

In my head, the longing builds the connection, like all that waiting makes the relationship feel more intense and meaningful.

BUT then reality kicks in. One person might start wanting more day‑to‑day closeness, and suddenly the idea of staying loyal to someone far away becomes… complicated.

So here’s my question:
Can a relationship like that actually survive long‑term?
Can two people stay genuinely committed when the passion is high but the physical presence is rare?

Tell me your stories. Did it work? Did it crash and burn? Did you become a legend of long‑distance loyalty or a cautionary tale?

I’ve been thinking about how dating can start to feel less like connection and more like something you have to manage. The small talk, the planning, the guessing whether someone is actually interested, the conversations that seem promising but never turn into anything real. After a while, it can feel like emotional admin. I tried tawkify because I was curious what dating would feel like with a little more structure around it. Some dates were good, some didnt click for me, which is normal. But the bigger thing it showed me was how tired I was of carrying so much of the process myself. I don’t think dating has to be effortless, relationships take effort and meeting someone takes effort too. But there’s a difference between putting in effort and feeling like you’re constantly managing uncertainty. I’m still open to dating, I just want it to feel more intentional and less like one more task on my list. Has anyone else felt this shift too?

I have been in a relationship with my spouse for 6 years and we have lived together for almost 4 years. Over a year ago, we bought a house together.

She told me early on in our relationship that she wants to get married someday. I told her very honestly that I have never been interested in marriage and that the quality of the relationship matters much more to me than a signed piece of paper and any kind of ceremony. After that, I assumed that there was a good chance that she would have bailed on me because of that but she never did. So I assumed that the message was received and that she accepted my answer.

But earlier today, she was commenting on how my sister has been with her spouse for 25 years and that they have 3 kids together and are still not married. I off-handedly mentioned that we'll be together for that long and unlikely to be married ourselves too. To my surprise at the time, she was taken by surprise by that comment and didn't react positively to it. I had reminded her that i made that very clear and quite early into our relationship.

She did not talk to me for hours after that until finally she came down and cried and told me how devastated she was by me saying that and that she has daydreamed about marrying me for a while and always hoped that i would change my mind. She also talked about how she had longterm relationships with a few guys in the past who were not interested in marrying her either. I did tell her that it was never that i didn't want to marry HER but i wasn't interested in marriage, period.

She also did say that the last thing she wants is for me to begrudgingly do it now after she expressed this because that would feel forced. And that basically, no matter what i say now, doesn't really change anything. But she is not leaving me over this.

Part of me feels absolutely terrible that she had taken this very hard and still has a strong desire of marriage, which she didn't really express since that last time years ago. Part of me is annoyed that she got her hopes up so high only for me to crush them or assumed that i would change my mind after i had said enough times that it wasn't on my radar.

Point is, I don't know what to do now. I have no idea how to move past this. I don't know how to show enough love for her to compensate for her disappointment.

Thoughts? Ideas? Words of wisdom? Thank you.

TLDR

I’m 17, she’s 18.
We’ve known each other for several months. At the beginning, she was the one who showed a lot of interest. She told me I was different from other guys, called me special, complimented my appearance, said she was really happy we met, and even admitted she had stalked my social media before we got close.
She has told me she is bisexual and usually prefers girls (she once said that in 9 out of 10 situations she would choose a girl), but she considered me an exception. She has almost no relationship experience with men and seems to value emotional and platonic connection much more than sex. She also has very low libido.
She has depression, autism (Asperger’s), a history of being bullied, very low self-esteem, and she has told me that getting emotionally close to people sometimes makes her want to distance herself. She also said she sometimes ignores even close friends for long periods because she withdraws into herself.
I’m much more anxiously attached. When communication changes, I overthink everything, seek reassurance, and struggle with uncertainty. I’ve been learning about attachment styles recently because I recognize these patterns in myself.
We became physically affectionate. We kissed many times, hugged a lot, held hands, and our last date felt genuinely warm. She laughed a lot, looked relaxed, and actually initiated physical contact more often than I did.
She has also shown jealousy before. One time she saw that I had liked attractive girls’ profiles on a dating app before we became serious. She became really upset and told me it made her hate herself even more because she felt they were much prettier than her. Another time, after I told her I felt uncomfortable about a guy she used to text, she voluntarily blocked him and stopped talking to him.
A while ago, after I confronted her because she felt distant, she told me she didn’t think she liked me romantically anymore and thought maybe we should just be friends. However, after that conversation things improved again. While I was on vacation in Italy, she texted me almost every day, asked how I was doing, shared things from her day, and seemed interested in talking.
Recently she spent time making me a playlist of music she likes because I asked her for recommendations. We had a long conversation about music, joked together, sent memes and TikToks, and she even shared artists she was previously afraid to show people because she thought they were “too niche.”
She also once gave me a small stuffed puppy that smelled like her, which meant a lot to me.
However, over the last month the dynamic has changed.
She replies more slowly now.
She rarely starts conversations first.
She sends fewer TikToks than before.
Our communication feels less alive than it used to.
I’ve invited her to hang out several times.
The first time she said she couldn’t because she felt physically unwell.
The second time she said it was over 35°C outside, that she couldn’t handle the heat, and even staying at home felt bad.
She never simply said “I don’t want to see you,” but she also didn’t suggest another day herself.
One important thing: I also made mistakes.
At one point I became very anxious, apologized excessively, and while drunk I even tried to go to her sister’s workplace, even though she had previously asked me not to involve her sister in our relationship. Later she told me I was “overloading” her by apologizing so much.
Since then I’ve been trying to give her more space, stop chasing reassurance, and become calmer.
Currently she still responds to me, reacts to things sometimes, watches my Instagram stories, recently talked with me about music, and doesn’t ignore me completely. But the level of initiative is noticeably lower than it used to be.
I’m trying to figure out whether this sounds more like:
someone slowly losing romantic interest,
someone with avoidant tendencies pulling away because of stress/depression,
or simply a difficult phase in a young relationship.
I’m **not** looking for false hope. I’d genuinely like objective opinions, especially from people who have experience with anxious/avoidant dynamics or similar relationships. tl;dr

Hi, I kinda need some advice.

I'm 26F and I met a 33M on Bumble. He seemed almost too nice to be true. Extremely charming, calm, mature, and just... harmless. He was visiting my city for work, but he's originally from Rajasthan and works from home.

We initially joked about meeting the same day, but he said no. We ended up talking the entire day, and I decided to meet him the next day before he left to go back home. I wasn't expecting anything serious. I was just going on a date to see how things went.

The date was actually really nice. We talked about a lot of things, got along well, and then he left. Since then, we've been talking on WhatsApp.

Now here's where it gets confusing.

Very early on, he started insisting that we should be in a relationship. I told him I can't do long-distance, so I said no. He brought it up again, and I eventually said, "Let's just see how it goes."

He's very sweet over text. He asks about my day, tells me about his, is very considerate, and honestly love bombs me a lot. but I've noticed a few things that feel weird. he has never called me. Every time I ask if I can call him, he either ignores it or somehow avoids answering. He also rarely talks after 8–9 pm because he says he sleeps early. He has timings set for everything. Sometimes he'll disappear for hours, then suddenly text saying sorry because something came up, and he'll tell me the whole story. The explanations sound believable, but this keeps happening. Individually, none of these things seem like a big deal. Maybe he really is just busy and has a routine. But together, something feels... off? I can't really explain it.

I don't know if I'm overthinking or if my gut is trying to tell me something. At this point, I'm thinking of telling him we should stop talking and just move on because I don't want to keep feeling confused this early on.

Am I reading too much into this, or does this seem a little suspicious to anyone else?

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My girlfriend told me today about a male friend of hers they’ve known each other since the 7th grade. That guy likes her, and she is aware of it—which is why she doesn't talk to him much. She told me this so there wouldn't be any misunderstandings.

But I m mad why she talk with him, but happy that she told me everything about him .

What should I do

Bf of 5 years still hasn’t proposed

To give some context, we started dating when we were young. We were around 19/20. We have briefly talked about the fact we do want to get married, we still haven’t lived together. The plans for that don’t seem to be a huge priority. Granted he’s still looking for a good job. But plans for things like trips and car stuff (which costs money) are always in the talk, but none of us moving in or proposing. I’m not even sure if he really knows what things I would want from a proposal, what I would not want etc He has my ring information but has not even attempted to look. Not sure if I’m being worrisome for non reason since he’s said he does want to.

Tldr: am I crazy?

I (27F) have been in a 2.5 year relationship with my partner (29M) and to be honest we had pretty much a cinematic relationship. known (not friends) each other from high school, and after six years of not seeing each other, we bumped into each other in a concert in the city where I was living in and he was visiting. everything happened so fast and we were into each other so deeply that we started dating after less than two months and he moved to the city where I’m living in a year.

After doing long distance for almost a year, it was a bit challenging to adapt and get used to this version of our relationship in the same city, but with clear communication we tried our best to get on the same page. but in the meanwhile we started seeing our differences, our different lifestyles, and most importantly what we expect and what we want from a relationship.

With all the ups and downs we are still in a very much passionate and loving relationship when we’re together we have an amazing time. Our physical attraction is still at its highest but from time to time of course we do have heated fights.

For a while I’ve been having these questions in my mind like; will he ever be able to love me the way I want to be loved, because deep inside I know that he won’t, but at the same time I’m fighting so hard to accept the love he gives me, because I also love him so much and I do also consider myself a bit of a hopeless romantic. It’s coming and going; my desire to make this relationship work but at the same time there have been so many times where I said to myself that it won’t last and this is not what I want. I cry so much over this and every time I see some type of love on the street people holding hands or some movie or some song I feel heartbroken, but then it goes away so quickly that I’m so confused.

Open to your comments and advice…

I don’t know when I stopped recognizing myself.

Maybe it wasn’t one moment.

Maybe it was a thousand tiny ones—every unanswered question, every unexplained disappearance, every lie I was expected to accept, every time reality was rewritten until I questioned my own memory instead of your behavior.

People think marriages end because of one catastrophic event.

Sometimes they end because one person slowly disappears while the other spends years trying to prove they aren’t crazy.

This marriage has made me feel invisible.

Not because I wasn’t standing right in front of you, but because I stopped existing as someone whose feelings mattered.

Every time I expressed hurt, the conversation somehow became about your discomfort instead.

Every question I asked was treated like an accusation.

Every attempt to understand was met with defensiveness, deflection, circular arguments, or silence.

I wasn’t asking for perfection.

I was asking for honesty.

Somehow that became too much.

You became remarkably skilled at answering everything except the question I actually asked. I could ask something simple, direct, and reasonable, and somehow we’d end up discussing my tone, my timing, my reaction, my flaws, my insecurities, or something I had done months—or years—earlier.

Anything except the truth.
Anything except accountability.

Eventually, I stopped feeling like your wife.
I felt like an investigator piecing together a life that never made sense.
I learned that your words could no longer be trusted, so I began paying attention to patterns instead.

Patterns don’t lie.
The missing hours.
The changing stories.
The half-truths.
The details that never lined up.
The promises that lasted only until they became inconvenient.

The apologies that never produced change.

You insisted I was imagining things while reality continued to prove otherwise.

That kind of gaslighting does something profound to a person. It teaches them to doubt their instincts.

To second-guess obvious truths.

To apologize for asking reasonable questions.

To feel guilty for wanting honesty.

To wonder whether they’re becoming “too much” simply because they refuse to ignore what everyone else can plainly see.

It is exhausting trying to convince someone that your pain is real when they benefit from pretending it isn’t.

What hurt even more was watching where your loyalty went.

Not toward your family.
Not toward rebuilding trust.
Not toward protecting what we had.

Instead, you poured your time, your energy, and your allegiance into friendships that encouraged the very behaviors destroying our marriage.

You defended people who celebrated your self-destruction while treating the person trying to save your life as the enemy.

Somewhere along the way, I became the villain* *because I refused to applaud your choices.

You began acting as though boundaries were attacks.

Concern was control.

Questions were interrogation.

Love was criticism.

Apparently, the only acceptable wife was one who stayed quiet while you unraveled.

You resented me because I reflected the consequences you didn’t want to face.

I wasn’t standing in the way of your happiness.

I was standing in the way of your denial.

There is a difference.

Addiction changes people.

Relapse changes people.

But addiction does not erase the impact of the choices made along the way.

It doesn’t erase the loneliness of sitting at home wondering where your spouse is.

It doesn’t erase the anxiety every time your phone goes unanswered.

It doesn’t erase the nights spent imagining hospitals, jail cells, overdoses, accidents, or worse.

It doesn’t erase watching someone choose chaos over stability over and over again while insisting they’re the victim.

Living like this means your nervous system never truly rests.

Every delayed text feels significant.
Every change in tone feels dangerous.
Every unexpected expense raises questions.
Every promise comes with an expiration date before it’s even spoken.

You stop planning for the future because you’re too busy surviving today.

You stop trusting peace because you’ve learned it rarely lasts.

The hardest part is not even the betrayal.
It’s the complete inversion of reality.
The person lying begins calling you distrustful.
The person disappearing calls you controlling.
The person creating instability calls you dramatic.
The person breaking trust says you need to “get over it.”

Eventually you begin carrying not only your own pain but also responsibility for theirs.

If they’re angry, somehow it’s your fault.
If they’re unhappy, somehow you caused it.
If they feel guilty, somehow you’re making them feel that way.

Meanwhile, your own heartbreak becomes an inconvenience.

I have cried beside someone who seemed emotionally unreachable.

I have begged for honesty from someone who acted as though honesty was optional.

I have explained the same wounds so many times that I eventually realized understanding wasn’t the problem.

Acceptance was.

Because accepting my reality would require acknowledging yours.

And that came at a cost you weren’t willing to pay.

What this marriage has stolen from me isn’t simply trust.

It has stolen certainty.
It has stolen safety.

It has stolen the version of myself who believed love meant partnership instead of endurance.

It has made me question my worth, my attractiveness, my intuition, and my ability to distinguish truth from manipulation.

It has made me wonder why someone would fight so hard to keep a marriage while refusing to protect it.

There is a unique loneliness in loving someone who insists you’re the problem because you refuse to participate in their self-deception.

There is a unique grief in realizing that the person you keep trying to reach has become more committed to protecting their narrative than protecting your heart.

I never wanted perfection.

I wanted transparency.

I wanted consistency.

I wanted someone whose words matched their actions.

I wanted to feel chosen, not tolerated.

Safe, not suspicious.

Loved, not resented.

Partners are supposed to help carry each other’s burdens.

Instead, I have spent years carrying both yours and the weight of convincing you that my pain exists.

I am tired.
Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.
The kind that settles into your bones after years of hoping that tomorrow will finally be different.
The kind that comes from mourning someone who is still alive.

The kind that comes from loving someone who has become a stranger.

If there is one thing this marriage has taught me, it is this:

Love cannot survive where reality is constantly denied.

Trust cannot grow where honesty is treated as negotiable.

Peace cannot exist where accountability is always someone else’s responsibility.

And no amount of love from one person can heal someone who believes the people asking them to change are the enemy.

I have spent years trying to save us.

Somewhere along the way, I realized I need to save myself because no one else was going to.

I feel like I genuinely don't have time to date anymore. Between work, family, the gym and everything else, spending hours swiping and trying to keep conversations alive just isn't realistic. I still want a serious relationship but the whole process feels like another part time job.