Today I felt really angry and confused and hurt. I was so compelled in love with this man, we were together a year, had rings, went through A LOT together, but I always thought we’d get through it together, and that he loved me the same to. The last time I saw him I went to his house to help take care of his re-injured knee that he hurt really badly. He called me the previous day, told me he needed me, how much he loved me and that one of would stay with him over the weekend. When I saw him he was completely lovey dovey, sweet and affectionate, only for him to decide to following morning he needed to work on himself, couldn’t give me what I needed in the relationship, and that he need to “heal” after a year of already being together. Him and I have gone down this road before..but we always worked through it, but this time it feels so final and it breaks my heart and terrifies me how fast he changed. He would still contact me and tell me he loves me every single day. Of course at the time I wanted to hear none of it and didn’t believe him. I was to hurt and angry with him. I started to question if he has/had his eye on someone else. There’s so much more I could add on to this entry and about the relationship. But for now this is good. I am trying to take the necessary steps to move on, heal and forget about him the best I can. My friends and family have been a good support, but the heartache makes it difficult to sleep at night. I finally broke down and cried today on the phone to my Grandmother. This all happened not even four days ago. How should I handle and go about this now?
Last updated on:2025-09-05T21:21:14+05:30
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feels like watching someone try to piece together two different versions of him the one who pulled you close and the one who pulled away. i’ve seen that switch before it leaves you questioning every part of it.
But why keep me close and say they love me still, but still pull away?
i once sat next to him while he was sick, cooking for him holding him thinking we were solid. a day later he told me he needed space. i cried on my mom’s shoulder like a kid. it still makes my chest ache remembering.
the whiplash, one night he’s telling me i’m everything and the next morning he’s done. i couldn’t breathe from how fake it all felt. i tore myself up wondering if he already had someone else. i hated that i’ll never really know.