It obsesses me that he isn't reaching out to me. Maybe he will in a while, but it won't matter anymore by then.
I know I can't go back; I can't do this to myself again.
The saddest part is that he cannot take responsibility for what he did to me. It is easier for him to blame me in order to escape the shame.
It frustrates me that he doesn't understand me, that I can't communicate with him. It’s hard for me to accept that the only way to resolve this situation is by leaving.
When I get over it, it hurts to think I’ll end up feeling nothing for him, even though it’s not my fault.
It hurts that he didn't fight for me, that he didn't care enough. And when he realizes all these things, it will be too late.
He has absolutely no emotional intelligence; it’s like talking to a brick wall.
I’m going to move forward; I can’t go back to that same cycle. I can’t keep suffering like this and proving to him that I can’t leave him.
I feel more detached, yet I still can't come to terms with things. I still think about him obsessively and care for him, but disappointment now prevails. The urge to unblock him is still there, but this time it’s different because I don’t let myself do it.
And I know that to find someone who appreciates me, I have to leave him behind. I know I can't meet anyone while I'm still hung up on him. Time heals everything.
It also hurts when I think about how we couldn't go a single day without talking, yet now we’ve reached 34 days, drifting further and further apart.
Last updated on:2026-09-03T22:50:12+05:30
Comments (4)
honestly the thing that kept me from hitting unblock was writing down every single time I felt like i was talking to a wall with him. reading those notes back reminded me why i walked away when my brain tried to make me forget.
did something specific happen right around day 30 that made the urge to reach out hit so hard again?
that 34 day count is so brutal, i remember staring at my screen watching the days pile up while he just stayed silent like it meant nothing. the hardest part for me was realizing he was perfectly fine letting me take the blame if it saved him from feeling guilty.
sometimes choosing yourself means walking away from someone you still love you're doing right thing even if it hurts rn.🩷