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  • #382920
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Unni:

    I was not in your situation before, so I can’t tell you if I got over it. But I am okay with trying to help you understand your situation better. You wrote that you were ecstatic to be in a wonderful relationship with your amazing girlfriend. And if I understand correctly, you were ecstatic for three months before you were “suddenly struck by this overwhelming feeling of disconnect”-

    – it is possible to explain what happened to you emotionally, in this way: as the saying goes, whatever goes up, must come down. You were up emotionally for three whole months, ecstatic and amazed. Being ecstatic and amazed for too long cannot be sustained: it is too taxing for our nervous and endocrine (hormones) system to be stimulated like this for too long. So, taxed and overwhelmed, your nervous and endocrine system relaxed- a natural physiological reaction to over-stimulation. Relaxed, you no longer feel ecstatic.. for now.

    Do you think that this is a possibility?

    anita

    * Dear Bee:

    Are you still following this thread? If you do, please let me know. (I just noticed that you posted three months ago)

     

    • This reply was modified 10 months, 1 week ago by anita.
    #385035
    Anonymous
    Inactive

    Dear Anita ,can I know how long it does took you to overcome from this..I really need your help badly.Sometimes I will cry myself when I think about that.

    #385044
    anita
    Participant

    * Dear Unni:

    It’s been 3 months and I’m suddenly struck by this overwhelming feeling of disconnect. Talking to her, meeting her doesn’t feel the same“-

    – when you say “feeling of disconnect” and “doesn’t feel the same”, I don’t know exactly what you mean. Would you like to describe best you can (1) what you felt for her before that you don’t feel anymore , and (2) what do you feel about her now that you didn’t feel before?

    anita

    #385179
    Anonymous
    Inactive

    <p style=”text-align: left;”>Dear Anita how long it takes to recover</p>

    #385182
    anita
    Participant

    * Dear Jayme:

    Can you start your own thread by going to FORUMS at the top of the page, choose a Category, and take it from there? I would like to read your story and reply to you on your own thread.

    anita

    #385957
    Hailey
    Participant

    Hi there everyone!

    I’ve gone through the same unfortunate incident about a year ago. I was in love for the first time and I fell in love with him more and more every day. We were so good together for 2 years but my relationship was kept a  secret from my family ( if it’s questionable to understand for u why, I’m a South Asian girl so most of the times families don’t support our affairs ) and I was in fear of getting caught to my fam because I was scared that they might try to separate me from my bf. One day unfortunately they got to knew about us and I had an argument with my family. They threatened me to break up with him ( not for any fair reasons at all ) and I cried a lot and I was so mad at them. I went to sleep that night after calling my bf and I was so much in love with him. And I woke up next day feeling such an emptiness in my mind my brain. I couldn’t even feel anything for my bf. I cried a lot everyday and I’ve been feeling numb toward him for almost an year now but breaking up with him seems so hard for me because well he’s still a big part of my life. I still wanna know what happened to me and I wanna figure it out and if there’s anyway I can recover what happened, I would. I’m still trying cause he’s all worth it and we’re worth it. But some nights I still feel that I love him but then that feeling again gets vanished and I’m depressed. It feels like I’m on an emotional rollercoaster. Could someone reply to my text if there are still any of you whore reading this thread ? Thank you! God bless!

    #385969
    anita
    Participant

    * Dear Hailey:

    They threatened me.. I went to sleep that night after calling my bf and I was so much in love with him. And I woke up next day feeling such an emptiness in my mind my brain. I couldn’t even feel anything for my bf“-

    – I think that what happened is that you lived in fear (“fear of getting caught“) for two years, then you experienced more intense fear when they did catch you having a secret relationship, and what happened next is that the elevated fear .. killed your feelings of love.

    I’ve been feeling numb toward him for almost a year now“- when we experience too much fear, we go numb/ no longer experiencing loving feelings. It’s natural to react to fear this way.

    anita

    #387138
    Jia_J
    Participant

    It is interesting to have been on both sides of this.  I felt strongly for someone, even love and saw all the goodness in them and even saw how they’d be a wonderful partner. But I did not feel romantic love.  So I didn’t let it go past a couple months — after I had some time to explore, to see if it was something that would grow.  It didn’t, and I was honest about my feelings the entire time.

    Recently, I was on the other side. I was with my ex for nearly a year. We were deeply in love and had many serious conversations about the future. We were part of each other’s friends and family circles. But around month 6 things started to drift a little. When I brought it up he said it was just the normal phase of getting comfortable after an intense honeymoon phase and all was good.  As time passed, we talked less, the sex was not as passionate, he became busier and busier. I remained patient but tried to bring up on multiple occasions I was feeling distant and he would respond with defensiveness.  I felt he was putting in less and less effort. He would accuse me of not understanding how much he had on his plate. I’m not sure what came first — him falling out of love, the natural progression of a relationship feeling “comfortable” or my insecurity as he started to take me for granted. But some energy began feeding off another. These things don’t just suddenly happen – there’s always a reason.  Because if you love someone (romantic love aside) and you value them as a person, you value the relationship, those things count for a lot. Far more than fickle feeling that comes and goes.  When you hinge your relationship on a “feeling” it has very little oxygen to survive or thrive.  Passion and spark are separate from love. Those things help to start a relationship and set the foundation for bonding, but they are not what sustain a relationship. If you are committing to someone and telling them you love them and see a future with them, you owe it to yourself and them to better understand the source behind your feelings, so you don’t keep repeating this pattern. Through therapy and having honest and compassionate conversations with your partner.  But please don’t treat it as a powerless emotion where the only solution is to end your relationship, to relieve yourself of guilt.  If you are focused on “recovering” the feeling, it’s a losing battle. Feelings are indications to something else and often not what you think. Often it is bc of thought patterns that are so programmed in us we are unaware. But saying ‘everything was amazing and suddenly I woke up, saw my partner and felt nothing’, is immature love (aka infatuation) and offers no insight to anyone.  All it does is indicate that you were feeding off of how this person made you feel for a time and you were not actually “loving.”

    Falling out of love happens, bc we see it as an invisible force that we are powerless to. It’s true, we can’t force ourselves to love to someone if we don’t want to. But if we value this person, we can practice how to love better.  I prefer Esther Perel’s description (via Erich Fromm I believe), it’s much more empowering:

    “Love is a verb. It’s not a permanent state of enthusiasm.  It’s not about finding the right person, it’s about being the right person.  If you just want to be dazzled, then you will have an adventure. You will be infatuated.  You will have a love story, maybe, but you won’t have a life story.  And a life story is different than a love story.”

    #391529
    Jade
    Participant

    The most recent update from someone that I can see is from February of 2020, and I am currently living in January of 2022. This entire thread is from the points of views of the people who are experiencing their loss of love, but I want to talk about the other side of it – I am the person who stopped being loved.

    I apologize in advance, because this is a super long explanation.

    My boyfriend and I were together for six months. We had been friends since 2015, we met in math class as teenagers. We were only ever friends, but had small crushes on each other at different points throughout high school, the timing was just never right.

    June 6th, 2021, we rekindled our friendship, and got to know each other better. He was there for me like nobody else was, and I did the same for him. We were practically inseparable.

    June 30th, 2021, we decided to be together. When our relationship began, he was a Prince Charming, everything I have ever wanted and more. He said he felt the same about me, as though all this time, the person we were searching for were simply each other all along. He would walk across town for me, and I the same for him. We went on a spontaneous weekend trip to Colorado together, it felt like a fairytale.

    Our relationship was not perfect, but it was close enough. We did not yell or belittle each other during conflict, we did not commit petty acts against each other, nothing malicious. We experienced all of the sappy, lovey-dovey clichés of newfound romance. I loved everything about him, from the way he laughed to the way he cried. His irregular heartbeat, the scars on his back, his greasy, unwashed hair. Even his “flaws” were something I admired. His growth, his character, his beautiful development. The way his eyes squinted when he jokingly told me to shut up, how asymmetrically he drew hearts onto my nose with his thumb. Small details were so momentous to me. How he sang to me on the balcony, how he squeezed my hands gently every time he held them. The way he’d kiss me twice, every time we kissed, like a rhythmic pattern of music we created with our love. Or how his nose would scrunch up when I booped it. He told me that I am the most beautiful, understanding, and loving woman he has ever met. We wanted to spend our lives together and even discussed it very often.

    In the middle of August, his roommate had kicked him out, and he was forced to move back into his parents’ place. This put a dent in his self-esteem that nobody could fix, not even him as of late. But on August 30th, 2021, I moved into his place as well, due to my own personal apartment situation having not worked out. This didn’t add any extra stress on either of us, in fact, we both felt it may have lifted some of the weight of life off.

    However, about 2.5 months into our relationship, he had experienced a feeling of unworthiness. It was September 15, 2021, that he felt he didn’t deserve to be loved by me. I didn’t agree, so I sat down and convinced him otherwise. He cleared his mind and believed me, realizing that am the only one who can decide who is worth my time. As far as I’m concerned, he was worth all of the time in the world, and I did everything in my power to prove that to him, and mostly, he did the same.

    When things cooled down, I didn’t bring up the situation again because I simply wanted to move past it. I saw no point in torturing him by reminding him of it. Everything continued as smoothly as they could (considering the obvious), until suddenly, like spontaneous combustion of our relationship, he felt nothing. The flame we had, had burnt his house down in his mind. At first, he reacted much like everyone else in this thread did. He cried, he apologized to me continually, said he did not understand what was happening and he wished he could feel the same again. He felt as though he was committing a high-end crime by not loving me. All I could do was cry myself and tell him that it’s okay. It was not his fault, I told him that sometimes things happen and they are out of our control. I in no way wanted to make him feel worse than he (clearly) already did. He had asked me to leave, and I respected his wishes.

    However, he told me that everything around him felt numb as well, and claimed that this attributed to his feelings for me. I trusted him, so we remained in contact: I continued to visit his house, we’d text, call, etc. Within a week, he was sobbing in my arms saying that he loves me again, he doesn’t think he ever stopped, or that maybe he was just lost. He told me he felt terrible for putting me through that emotional rollercoaster. I accepted him with open arms and refused to let go, I was just grateful that I had gotten this unfathomable second chance to be with him again.

    That was, until things looked grim once more. Again, a month had passed, and I had grown tired of living in his father’s basement. I asked him to move out with me on November 17, 2021. He was fearful for our stability, so I plotted out a well-thought plan to secure our life together. He didn’t find it suitable and felt that the two of us were on separate paths, that we should take a break from living together. He was struggling financially and emotionally, so he said he was not ready to move out of his parents’ house. I understood, asked him to reconsider, once he refused, I decided to just get my own place. I made sure he was aware that he could join me at any given moment. He was accepting of the offer, despite never having taken it.

    We continued to maintain our regular relationship normality from afar: we’d go on dates, kiss, hug, text, call, sleep on the phone, I’d stay the night, we’d have sex, and we agreed that neither of us wanted anybody to know that we were not technically together. I went to Thanksgiving at his mother’s house, we went stargazing together, he’d lay his head on my chest, cry about how life is, and I’d pet his hair. We’d watch movies, I’d bake him Pokémon cookies, it seemed like everything would be okay. Even if I felt that we were separate, I was making the most of the time we had together. Undoubtedly, though, I had a feeling in the back of my mind that we were a ticking time-bomb. I never said it out loud for the fear of manifesting our demise, but as it turns out, staying quiet made no difference.

    I feel every month was something new to check off of our list of mistakes, because a month into our “break”, I had found out that he had broken a huge boundary of ours. I confronted him, devastated, crying my eyes out. Normally, when I confront him, I am calm and rational, but I could not contain my sadness and anguish. He cried as well, just as hard as I did, apologizing, swearing he would never do it again, swearing on his life, his mother’s life, his cat’s life, anything he could to make me grasp that he meant what he was saying. He begged me not to leave him, he hyperventilated on my bed. Despite the fact that he hurt me, I held him anyway. I asked him why I was not good enough, if I was not good enough. He told me that I am, that I am everything he has ever wanted, that I mean the world to him, that what he did does not change how he felt about me. I calmly asked him to leave, I needed space to think. I let him know that I would forgive him in time. So he left, but not peacefully. He was crying his lungs out about how I’ll never have to see him again, how he will never hurt me again, how he will never hurt anyone again. So I opened my front door, and stood in the doorway staring at him down the hallway. He ran back to the apartment door and hugged me tighter than we’ve ever hugged before. He fell apart, telling me he loves me, that he’s sorry, and that he’ll do whatever it takes to fix this.

    Yet, five minutes later, it was all gone. Like his love for me was an hour glass, and instead of the sand slowly flowing down and away, it shattered all over the table. I had ran a bath to help myself relax and set my feet into it. He stared at me from behind and softly said, “I don’t think this is going to work”. I turned around in complete and utter shock, and asked him “why?” He said “I feel weird. It doesn’t feel the same anymore”. I gently pulled him to the toilet and set him to sit, crouched to my knees, and held his hands. I stared into his eyes, which looked so weary with guilt and sadness, and he responded to me, “before, when I held your hands, I knew that they were your hands. Now, as I’m holding them, I just see them as hands.” I felt my heart sink into my stomach, and put my hand on his face, “baby, what do you mean? I love you, everything is going to be okay.” He shook his head and softly said, “before, when you touched my face, I felt all your love, all your warmth, I felt comforted. Right now, I just feel weird. I feel guilty, I feel sad, I feel uncomfortable.” I removed my hand and started softly crying. I couldn’t do anything but say “okay”, and sit on the edge of the bathtub. He started to say sorry again, as if it’s something he can control. I reiterated that he didn’t have to apologize to me, because he is not doing this with malice.

    This happened December 22, 2021. At this point, I had already bought Christmas gifts for his entire family, and them for me, we had planned out our stay with each other for the 24th and 25th, we both felt it would be a waste to simply not go through with it. We did not speak for the two days leading up to it, but he came to my father’s for Christmas Eve. What confused me is how he still chose to match clothes with me, on his own accord. He sat beside me to keep up appearances, but when asked, ensured me that he still had no feelings for me. Regardless, I had stayed the night with him to follow through with our plan to go to his mother’s on Christmas Day. We slept in the same bed. We did not look at each other. We did not touch. Still, it was the best sleep I had gotten in weeks. The following day, at his mother’s, he, again, chose to match clothes with me. He wanted to keep up appearances just for the day, even despite how awkward it was. He laid on me, because he thought I was sad. I asked why, and his answer was “I feel like this will make you feel better.” So I told him that it doesn’t, but I appreciate it, and to not do things that he didn’t genuinely want, seeing as it gave me mixed signals. He nodded and moved away. Later in the day, he was the sad one. I was not paying much attention to him because I did not want to overwhelm him. However, when I noticed he was sad, I reminded him that, even if he doesn’t love me, I still love him, and I am here to comfort him if he needs me. He looked at me with soft eyes, and laid on me again. I repeated that he doesn’t need to do that if he doesn’t want to, but all he did was nod and remained with his head on my lap.

    We went to his father’s for the remainder of Christmas Day, to open our other gifts. He kept nudging me (in his teasing way, as he always does). When everyone left, he asked me to come downstairs with him, and I abided. Nothing happened here aside from him having me try this drink he really likes, and I did so because I knew it would make him happy. It was sooo gross, but we both laughed and he gulped it down for me so I didn’t have to finish it. When he decided that he wants to go to sleep, I packed the rest of my personal things up, and left our relationship things there. We had a box of things that reminded us of each other, a love-journal with only one entry (that he has never read, because he does not know of it), and our stuffed animal “children” which we named together.

    We agreed to no longer hang out with each other after Christmas Day, but continued to text on and off. He told me still he does not understand why he stopped loving me, that I did nothing wrong, and that he is going to get help and get better. He does not want me to move on, but does not want me to wait for him, either. He understands if I do not want to stick around because everything is a lot. He said that he wants to keep our things as a reminder of what we were, so that when he is healthy again, he remembers that it was me who had made him happy before. He told me he worries that he will miss out on things like marrying me, having children with me, growing old with me, but that he fears he won’t progress.

    On January 10th, 2022, it was my birthday and he spent time with me and our friends at the bowling alley. He stared at me the whole time, walked me to the bathroom, and even asked me for a hug at one point. My sister had won a monkey plushie (his favorite animal) out of a claw machine, and we convinced the employee to let him keep it. He and I named the monkey and the clown fish plushie directly after getting them. Almost as if nothing had changed between us. When we dropped him off, he hugged me again, and it broke the crackers in his pocket – but he had told me he was glad to have done so if it meant hugging me. Still, he does not love me.

    Three days ago (January 14th, 2022), he told me he would still do anything to me, that he knows I am more important than everyone else, I am more special, but that for some reason, he lumps me in with them. He feels the same about me as he does about everyone else, empty, coexisting. He believes that because I am a part of everyone else, that that means we should completely cut off contact, and I felt hurt. He was describing me in detail exactly what I believe love to me, but simultaneously telling me that he feels nothing for me. That he’d do anything for me, he’s still attracted to me, that I’m still everything he ever wanted, and that if anyone deserved to be loved by him, it’d be me. He says he hardly thinks of me because his brain is in overdrive, but that, when he does, he misses me. That certain songs remind him of me and make him feel sad, yet also happy at the memories we created together. He says that he does not want to move on, that he has zero interest in anyone else or in finding anyone else. He says that when the time comes, the first person to know that he is okay will be me, but that as of now, no-contact is best. Part of me disagreed, but I ultimately decided to let him go. I know that what is happening is out of either of our control, and that all it is doing is damaging me further. Every day I can’t help but to wonder if it was my fault, if there was something more I could have done – if there still is. I constantly play the “what-if” game in my head. Playing ping-pong on the question of whether he loves me deep down, like before, or if this is truly the end for us.

    I know this thread has been people who experienced the loss of love first-person, struggling to accept it. I just thought I should give some insight on how badly I am struggling, myself, on the opposite end of the spectrum.

    It is January 17, 2022. I still love him, and am beginning to fear that I will never stop.

    “After all this time?”

    “Always.”

    #391536
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Jade:

    I would like to summarize your story and then offer you my thoughts:

    Your romantic relationship with your boyfriend started on June 30, 2021. At the beginning, “he was a Prince Charming, everything I have ever wanted and more. He said he felt … as though all this time, the person we were searching for were simply each other all along…  it felt like a fairytale“.

    In mid-August, his roommate kicked him out, and he was forced to move back into his parents’ place. On August 30, you moved into his parents’ place as well, because of your own personal apartment situation having not worked out. On September 15, he told you that “he felt he didn’t deserve to be loved by me”. You tried to convince him otherwise and he calmed down. Sometime later, he told you that “he felt nothing… He cried, he apologized to me continually… He felt as though he was committing a high-end crime by not loving me” He also told you that “everything around him felt numb as well“.

    You cried and told him that “it’s okay. It was not his fault“. He then asked you to leave his parents’ place, but within a week, “he was sobbing in my arms saying that he loves me again, he doesn’t think he ever stopped, or that maybe he was just lost. He told me he felt terrible for putting me through that emotional rollercoaster“.

    On November 17, tired of living in his father’s basement, you asked him to move out with you.  His response: “He didn’t find it suitable and felt that the two of us were on separate paths…  he said he was not ready to move out of his parents’ house“. You understood, asked him to reconsider, and after he refused, you left and got your own place, but “made sure he was aware that he could join me at any given moment“. The two of you were then on a sort of a break, but still going on dates, texting, calling, spending the night together and having sex.

    A month into your “break”, you found out that “he had broken a huge boundary of ours. I confronted him, devastated, crying my eyes out… He cried as well, just as hard as I did, apologizing, swearing he would never do it again“.

    On December 22, 2021, you were running a bath, and he stared at you from behind, and said softly: “I don’t think this is going to work…. I feel weird. It doesn’t feel the same anymore”.  You gently held his hands, and he said: “before, when I held your hands, I knew that they were your hands. Now, as I’m holding them, I just see them as hands…. before, when you touched my face, I felt all your love, all your warmth, I felt comforted. Right now, I just feel weird. I feel guilty, I feel sad, I feel uncomfortable”

    On January 10, 2022, your birthday, he spent time with you and friends at the bowling alley. “Still, he does not love me“.

    On January 14, he told you that “he would still do anything to me, that he knows I am more important than everyone else, I am more special, but that for some reason, he lumps me in with them. He feels the same about me as he does about everyone else, empty, coexisting… He says he hardly thinks of me because his brain is in overdrive, but that, when he does, he misses me…that he has zero interest in anyone else or in finding anyone else. He says that when the time comes, the first person to know that he is okay will be me, but that as of now, no-contact is best“.

    It is January 17, 2022. I still love him and am beginning to fear that I will never stop. ‘After all this time?’ ‘Always.’

    My thoughts: being that he said that (1) much of the time, his brain is in overdrive, meaning that much of the time his stress level is too high,  that (2) everything around him feels numb, that the feel of your hands and the look of your face lost its personal meaning to him, that is, that he perceives your hands to be the hands of no one in particular, your face- the face of no one in particular, and that he feels about you as he does about everyone else, empty co-existence, and that (3) he said he has no interest in any other woman—> all this sounds like the experience of depersonalization- derealization disorder (DPDR).

    merks manuals. com: “Depersonalization/derealization disorder is a type of dissociative disorder that consists of persistent or recurrent feelings of being detached (dissociated) from one’s body or mental processes, usually with a feeling of being an outside observer of one’s life (depersonalization), or of being detached from one’s surroundings (derealization). The disorder is often triggered by severe stress”.

    Wikipedia: “First experiences with depersonalization may be frightening, with patients fearing loss of control, dissociation from the rest of society and functional impairment. The majority of people with depersonalization-derealization disorder misinterpret the symptoms, thinking that they are signs of serious psychosis or brain dysfunction. This commonly leads to an increase of anxiety and obsession, which contributes to the worsening of symptoms… There is growing evidence linking physical and sexual abuse in childhood with the development of dissociative disorders. Childhood interpersonal trauma – emotional abuse in particular – is a significant predictor of a diagnosis of DPDR”.

    My thought: maybe he was abused in his parents’ home as a child, and going back to live there, with his father (but not with his mother?) back in mid-August triggered his childhood trauma, greatly elevated his stress level, leading to DPDR symptoms.

    anita

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    #393937
    Ada
    Participant

    this same thing has happened to me. Me and my long distance boyfriend have been together for 11 months now and suddenly I have just started to feel in a way revolted by him? I feel so guilty for it and I don’t know where it came from. The man I was genuinely obsessed with for all 11 months now randomly feels like someone i happen to be in a relationship with. things that he used to say to me before now make me feel ill. But I love him i know i do but i just can’t convince myself of it anymore and it feels horrible. I really need help with this because i don’t know what to do it was just all so sudden. over these few days i’ve just felt distant but i don’t want to leave him but i just can’t imagine being with him anymore. I’ve been overthinking it a lot and i don’t even know my true feelings about it anymore. I just overall feel horrible if i break up with him after it all to just up and tell him i’ve suddenly fallen out of love, and the guilt i have staying with him if this feeling never goes away. (Sorry for anyone replying, finding my words to explain how i feel about this whole situation is difficult due to uncertainty)

    #393945
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Ada:

    “Suddenly I have just started to feel in a way revolted by him? I feel so guilty for it… it feels horrible” – you felt a moment of revulsion. Next you felt guilty and horrible- an escalation of distressing emotions. What if you noticed a moment of revulsion but didn’t think much of it, saying to yourself something like: hmmm, interesting, I felt revulsion, and then you moved on to something else?

    But you didn’t move on to something else, you started arguing with yourself, trying to convince yourself (“But I love him I know I do but I just can’t convince myself of it anymore”), considering breaking up with him, etc., all an overreaction to a moment of revulsion.

    Sometimes relationships are abusive or otherwise unhealthy, and a feeling of revulsion does indicate that a relationship needs to end. But in healthy long-term relationships both parties, from time to time, feel a bit revolted by the other, maybe when a partner smells bad or says something… revolting. It happens. But if the relationship is good, you don’t dwell on it and the revulsion is temporary, it goes away, no big deal.

    What do you think/ feel about what I posted here?

    anita

    #393986
    Ada
    Participant

    <p class=”p1″><span class=”s1″>Thank you anita – I understand what you’re saying. There are some things I haven’t explained which i feel maybe you can help me with. A few months back he randomly brought up how he had no hope for our relationship and how he felt like maybe breaking up with me. I made it my mission to not sway his feelings, I adored him it’s not like i wanted him to break up with me I just didn’t want to make him stay with me if he really didn’t want to. I seen him to be above me in a way I would always value everything he had to say and do whatever he would like. He never forced me to any of this it’s just how extremely obsessed with him i was. This conversation of breaking up had really upset me because it was out of nowhere and it was like a reality check but I didn’t want to make him for guilty for being open. Afterwards he felt fine and was talking away like normal even though I was visibly unnerved by the conversation we previously had. I brought it up that I was upset and a little shook by it and he just said sorry and moved on. I feel like since then i’ve been worried about our relationship, wondering will it really last?</span></p>
    <p class=”p1″><span class=”s1″>Later on around October, he had met this girl in uni. Now i never have a problem with my boyfriend having female friends I am not that type of person I am open to him having any type of friends he wants. But I did not like this girl. He was always talking about her, and things that she and him would do together, situations of her flirting with him and him being clueless and things that happened. One day I brought it up after him speaking about her for so long and me just having to sit there and listen I said the way he spoke about things he helped her with and things he did for her it was like he was trying to get brownie points, he acted clueless when i first said it and then proceeded to tell me about how i always felt off when he spoke about her. I said “Well how am i supposed to react to you telling me all about this other girl who doesn’t even know you have a girlfriend?” Yes he hadn’t told her. and when he did tell her, she reacted rudely toward the fact we are long distance. </span></p>
    <p class=”p1″><span class=”s1″>Near Christmas. I suffer with minor depression regularly and around the winter months it gets worse due to seasons affecting my depression, I am very open with my boyfriend with this and I try to communicate everything i am feeling with him as to help me not fall into depressive episodes. I had talked to him about how i was feeling very dissociative in life and he attempted to help me. A few days after he had went out to a Christmas party, and we were texting and talking like normal and he randomly said “Some guys just came up and asked me if me and ——— were dating” I texted back “You didn’t have to tell me that?” My mind went into overdrive, I couldn’t reply anymore I was finally thinking that every worried thought I had about her and him was right that it wasn’t just me overthinking, that i was so naive to believe that they didn’t like each other. What was he doing for these guys to think they were dating? I feel guilty in saying my first thought was if i broke up with him before he could break up with me i couldn’t get as hurt because it would be me breaking up with him and not him leaving me for another woman. I hadn’t replied in 5 minutes I was frozen there. I was too scared to open his texts in which he had sent me multiple, he rang me crying and apologising profusely to me over what he had said. He was the type of guy to consistently say sorry for everything so that habit made his warranted apologies less sincere, even so it broke me to think I had upset him because how standoffish I become. After telling my friend about it she told me I let him get away with murder, because no matter what I always accept his apologies even though i think some of his apologies come with him not even knowing what he’s apologising for.</span></p>
    <p class=”p1″><span class=”s1″>Turns out a few months ago him and his uni friends found out the girl was lying about her whole life, and even lied about getting spiked (TWICE). </span></p>
    <p class=”p1″><span class=”s1″>As of last friday me and him called each other and I was awkward at the start because this was after my sudden loss of feelings for him. Later on in the call he brought up this dream he had a few months back where in the dream i hadn’t been replying to his texts and was saving them instead. When he is speaking about topics like this he tends to go very quiet and talk in very split sentences which sometimes does get on my nerves because I never know what to do because i don’t want to speak over him. In him talking about this dream I didn’t hear or get most of what he was saying because he was mumbling and leaving silence between his words but with the bits I heard it was like he was blaming me. I felt useless, like an observer who couldn’t do anything to help him but I was annoyed because i felt like he was blaming me. Afterwards he just went on like nothing happened, I was being kind of quiet because I was conflicted on how I felt and then he brought up coming to see me and in my mind I just didn’t want it to happen. I was taken aback like seriously after just blaming me for his dream that i can’t control he’s talking so normally about coming to see me like nothing had happened. Yesterday I explained how i felt like an observer in my life and the choices i was making weren’t what i wanted to do they were things i felt like i needed to do. He told me “you shouldn’t feel like you have to do anything around me” </span></p>
    <p class=”p1″><span class=”s1″>As of now I feel unsure of my own feelings. </span></p>
    <p class=”p1″><span class=”s1″>To sum it up I feel guilty, I don’t want to leave him because i fear i will be all alone, I don’t want to make him think that all the love i have given to him was a lie or that i wasted his time, maybe leaving him will be something I regret and that this sudden loss of love is simply a problem with me. I feel like the bad guy. His birthday is in three days and we will be together a year on the 29th of march. I just don’t want to hurt him and i’m worried that I won’t experience love and acceptance like this ever again. </span></p>

    #393992
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Ada:

    I will read and reply to you in a few hours.

    anita

    #394071
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Ada:

    I will be back to you later than I thought, in about 10 hours from now.

    anita

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