why would he pretend to be in love with me yet say and do so many things to show me he wasn't.
He began to pull away after I helped him get back on his feet. I got us both housing and I found him a job. I spent hours searching for a cigarette for him and not even one drag I took from it for myself. He never offered but it was OK. He started making money and buying all the things he lost years before when we were homeless together. I made sure he had clean clothes and food and warmth and stayed safe in his car while I slept in a tent in the deep dark woods alone. I never thought twice about doing all I did for him and received breadcrumbs in return. i said it was OK because I loved him and he would see how much one day. Those days turned into years and he moved out of the home I walked 14 miles a day for 8 years to get for us. He lived in his own apartment and broke my heart as the time he spent with me became less and less to where it is today. It used to be 3 or 4 days a week. Then he started making excuses and it became one day a week and now none. i had to hear him tell me that he could do better then me. I told him anyone could and I still held ob because I loved him. I have waited 8 years for him to chose me over all the excuse he uses to avoid me. He says its my fault because of my mental illness but he has seen me at my worst and at my best so why does he act like he doesn't know who I am when I was honest from the start and caught hin in lies that he used to manipulate me and keep me holding on until I couldn't say it was okay anymore.
He used me as a stepping stone and got back on his feet and no longer needs me around.
I told him to pull the bandaid off and walk away and don't bother me anymore. I did the right thing. I just wsnt to know how he could forget all I sacrificed for him,.for us and it was no big deal to forget all about me. all about us. How can I let him get away with this. its not fair. any advice?
Last updated on:2026-03-11T22:30:06+05:30
Comments (4)
i keep thinking about those years you carried so much for him, sleeping in a tent while making sure he had warmth and food… that’s a lot of love. are you still in contact with him at all right now, or did that “pull the bandaid off” talk finally end things for real?
it sounds like he got comfortable being taken care of and never had to give the same back. the thing that helped me after something similar was finally stopping the giving, full stop. no more access, no more help, nothing. people who only take usually disappear when the supply is gone.
i was the one holding everything together for my ex too, rides, food, a place to crash, all of it. the second his life got stable he slowly disappeared like the struggle version of him loved me, but the healed version didn’t. that kind of discard cuts deep.
give him a taste of his own. stop being a pussy. shit i found the best way to get over a mf is get under another one . let it burn. thats your suker surface burning off. athicker skin is on the way.