Hi! I feel like I need to share my tragic ex-story so I can laugh about it with someone for a bit

Hi!
I feel like I need to share my tragic ex-story so I can laugh about it with someone for a bit. It has a kinda funny plot twist—maybe you’d like to hear it. I tried to summarize it a lot!!! Just a heads-up though: I do mention SA at one point.

Alright!
I don’t even know where to start. Our relationship lasted 7 months in total. Technically it was 5 months getting to know each other and 2 months officially dating, but honestly, it all began the moment we confessed our love.
I admit I wasn’t the best girlfriend. It was my first in-person relationship (you know, no Wi-Fi involved), so I was both thrilled and lost at the same time. I met “Y” (that’s what I’ll call my ex) through a friend of his who, funnily enough, was actually in love with me (oops).
But, well… I was head over heels for Y.
They ended up fighting, and Y decided he didn’t care about his friend’s feelings anymore and so began our lovely little Greek tragedy.
From the very beginning, it was chaos. He thought I was going to use him because of his past experiences with love, and apparently, I had the face of a heartbreaker. I, on the other hand, was still recovering from a toxic relationship, and I knew Y was mentally unstable… but he treated me with so much respect. He got so nervous around me! He used to write me beautiful love letters. So I decided to give it a shot.
But back then, he was terrified and saw red flags in everything.
Once, I literally texted him:
"Hey, I might take a while to reply, I’m going out for a bit, I’ll text you later."
…and later, I found out he’d asked all his friends if that was a sign I was gonna use him. 💀
So his friends all ended up convinced I was a horrible person based on the stuff he’d come up with, all paranoid and dramatic.
We weren’t even dating yet, but to make things clear, I told him I was serious about a relationship with him. Still, he didn’t trust me.
Months went by. I bent over backwards trying to make him feel loved, and he kept doubting me...
Until we made it official.
And everything calmed down.
He stopped questioning my love, and he finally accepted it.
Then came the night of the plot twist.
Before Y, I had dated a certified narcissist (yes, literally diagnosed like with a diploma and everything). After that breakup, I flourished. I was thriving at school, winning contests, getting published in the school newspaper, and doing so well creatively. I was so inspired that I decided to write an article about toxic relationships based on my past experience.
But publication takes time.
So by the time I was one month into dating Y officially, my editor told me the article was finally going to be published, but needed a few changes.
I got a little anxious because Y didn’t like when I talked about my past relationships. I didn’t know if he’d be okay with the article. So I made the mistake of saying:
“Are you okay with me publishing this? Do you want to read it first?”
He read it, he liked it... and then he asked me if there was anything about that ex I hadn’t told him.
And I thought well, he always said he valued honesty above all, even if it hurt. He always told me:
“If you ever lie to me, it’s over.”
And yes, there was something I hadn’t told him: I had been sexually abused by my ex.
I figured… maybe it’s time to tell him. He’s supported me before when I talked about my past traumas, maybe he’ll support me now.
So what did my “trustworthy man” do?
He got mad.
He called me dirty.
Said my body disgusted him.
Told me I should’ve told him “from the beginning” because I’d been lying to him the whole time.
Even when I didn’t want to go into details, he kept pressing. And then he'd get angrier when I gave them.
He acted all "pure" because I was supposedly his first kiss…
What I found out later? He used to make out with like 4 people at every party. So pure, right?
But still felt entitled to say I disgusted him—for something I never even consented to in the first place. 😆
After that, the relationship basically went to hell. But we pretended everything was fine.
I even suggested we go to therapy, but he refused.
He said:
“We’ve only been dating for 2 months, going to therapy sounds so miserable.”
And I, being the classic denial girlfriend, kept saying:
“Everything’s gonna be okay.”
And it was! Until...
Round two:
I took the morning-after pill (first time ever), and Y decided that was the perfect moment to vanish.
He wouldn’t reply to my messages, but he kept posting on Instagram, partying with his friends while I was at home crying, biting my nails, and seeing him post passive-aggressive stories like “She doesn’t know.”
And this was the same guy who’d freak out if we didn’t talk every day... suddenly didn’t care anymore.
When he finally came back from one of his vanishing acts, I asked him about his day and he’d just give vague answers. I was super anxious (taking that pill for the first time is already scary you need your partner during that time!).
So yeah, I started texting him a lot and confronting him for ghosting me.
Then he blocked me.
Started deleting our pictures...
I asked him to please just be honest.
“If you don’t love me anymore, tell me. I’ll accept it. I just want the truth.”
He said:
“We’ll talk in person.”
I kept asking for clarity, because just a week before, we were supposedly “fine.”
But nope. He insisted: in person only.
When we finally talked, he dropped everything on me at once:
– That I was controlling.
– That he couldn’t stand my family issues.
– That he never loved me.
– That he only dated me because of competition with his friend.
– And that now he was “looking somewhere else.”
...Where?
At one of his friends.
Because now he was questioning his sexuality.
Yup. He left me for his friend.
And he did all of this after giving me flowers, promising me a family, planning our future, making me feel like I was his home... Maybe I was just a piece of furniture. While he was saying all this, I just stood there. Quiet. Taking in all the “controlling,” “abusive” labels.
And I kept thinking what parts of me I could change...
But when he said:
“I don’t love you anymore.”
That was the final push I needed to end things.
And that’s how my story with Y ended.
Yeah, it hurts.
Because—how do you leave me for someone of your same gender?? 😭😭😭
Am I that bad??
People always tell me, “At least you gave it your all!” And yeah, I did! But it still hurts knowing my best wasn’t enough.
Honestly, the irony here is wild:
I wrote an article on toxic relationships just to fall into another one.
I ended up canceling the article and ghosting my editor.
He’d asked me to cut off some friends because of his insecurities, so I ended up alone.
The first person I ever trusted with my full story… left me because of that same story.
Want something even funnier?
I blocked him everywhere.
So he borrowed his friend’s phone at 3AM…
And then messaged me on Roblox. 💀
Here’s what he wrote:
I love you
I’m sorry
I’m sorry for everything
I’ve messed up so many times
Please don’t throw away my letters... don’t delete our photos... don’t throw out our matching bracelets
Please please
I love you
I said I was bisexual so it would be easier for you to hate me... but I’m not.
I love you. Only you. I’m sorry
I want us to unblock each other, in case one day we get back together
I love you
Every letter I wrote, every word in them... they weren’t lies. I put my heart and soul into them
I’m keeping everything you gave me
I’d rather die than throw them away
Maybe in a few months
We can talk again.
After we’ve both healed
I want to win you back someday
Please forgive me
I’m sorry for hurting you
For being a bad boyfriend
For being a bad person
I’m sorry for making you cry
I want to be happy—with you
Please read my messages... reply to me
I love you
I choose you
I love you

...And guess what?
I didn’t reply.
God, if you break up with me—there’s no coming back.
OH! I almost forgot the funniest part.
He confessed that for two weeks, saying “I love you” felt forced.
In his own words:
“Can you believe it? It was hard for me to text you ‘I love you’... the easiest way to lie.”
...And what did he do right before ghosting me?
Asked for nudes.
Incredible.
Well, I’m grateful I got out of there. But honestly, I miss him more than I’d like to admit.
This was the super, super summarized version—there’s so much more I left out.
But hey, I didn’t get the love…
But I did get excellent material for part two of the article I never published.
Next time, I’ll take my own advice.

Last updated on:2025-08-02T06:52:52+05:30