Day 1 of No Contact It’s been two years since the breakup

Day 1 of No Contact

It’s been two years since the breakup, and I know I should never have agreed to stay “friends” with him. I feel stupid for not doing this earlier. While pretending to be friends, he still found ways to cuddle me or try to initiate intimacy even after we broke up.

Yesterday, I finally discovered that he’s been seeing other girls, all while lying to me. I had asked him to tell me the truth, because if he had a girlfriend, I wanted to keep things low contact—especially since he has no sense of boundaries. That was the last straw.

I’ve been planning my exit since last year. Once I finished my classes last semester, I decided to move out of my apartment without telling him, remove our shared location, delete our shared album, stop Snapchatting him, and remove him from my private diary Instagram account. I know I should have done all this right after the breakup. We even had a huge argument about boundaries back then—so bad that I couldn’t take it anymore and booked a flight home the next day, because staying in that apartment was driving me crazy and worsening my anxiety.

As I slowly started detaching, I kept delaying my full exit. But yesterday, finding out he lied to me while still trying to get close despite having a girlfriend from another country, was the final confirmation. The big argument we had made sense now—I had an instinct that he was seeing someone. When I confronted him, he became defensive and said cruel things to me. My instincts and dreams were right all along about his sneaky behavior.

So, I finally blocked him everywhere. I even asked my best friend to unfollow him, and she did—thank God, she hates him too. Now, since he can’t reach me directly, he’s trying to reach me through my friends and people around me.

I’ll admit, I’m a bit worried because he once told me that if I ever went MIA, he would “flip everything” and reach out to everyone just to find out where I was. I know this might make me sound like a clingy ex who can’t move on, but that’s not the case. I already moved on the moment I realized he was up to no good. What I couldn’t do was grieve the loss properly, because he wouldn’t let me cut off contact. He insisted on staying “friends” even though I told him clearly that I didn’t want that, and that I would cut contact once he had a girlfriend. He just never took me seriously.

He already gave me my things back, but when I tried to return his, he refused. He once told me that if I gave his things back, he’d take it as a sign of disrespect. Yet, somehow, him giving my things back wasn’t “disrespectful”? It’s so twisted. It feels like he wants me to cling on him but he wants to move on and the moment I found out he has a girlfriend all along, it disgust me and I know it’s not my fault but I’m disgusted with myself as well. His new gf really had no idea about this and I feel like I’m the bad guy here it feels like cheating at some point. I don’t know when are they together but the fact he is lovely dovey with me and always trying to hang out and cuddle on my bed really disgusted me.

I know this is long and there’s more stories about this but I really couldn’t write it anymore. But today marks Day 1 of true no contact—and this time, I mean it.

Last updated on:2025-08-20T06:30:05+05:30