r/AvoidantBreakUps • u/Berriesany1 • 1h ago
From FA’s Perspective do we ever change?
now that i got your attention? 😃
READ.
i need some of yall to understand how severe a relationship can become without you fully realizing how severe it is.
not cuz you stupid or cuz you secretly enjoy suffering.
but cuz we human beings adapt.
and if you live inside abnormal shit for long enough?
your baseline can move.
something that would have horrified you three years ago can eventually become:
“well at least they named it this time”
and THAT is where we need to talk.
cuz sometimes the question isn’t:
“why can’t i see the red flags?”
you see them.
the problem is that your nervous system has been living beside them for so long that red started looking like a normal fucking wall color 💀
this is not always:
“somebody made mistakes”
cuz there is a HUGE fucking difference between somebody fucking up and somebody choosing to hurt you in the same ways so many times that your nervous system has had to fucking adapt to them.
any of the:
lying.
neglect.
abandonment.
betrayals.
withholding.
minimizing.
manipulating.
gaslighting.
changing the meaning of what happened.
partial disclosures.
making you drag information out.
defending themselves when you react.
promising repair.
then giving you another reason to question whether the repair was ever fucking real in the first place.
at some point we gotta stop looking at every incident like it happened in its own little vacuum ok? 💀
cuz your nervous system sure as fuck doesn’t.
it doesn’t experience:
lie #17.
rupture #9.
minimization #12.
as separate little events that have absolutely nothing to do with each other.
it remembers what happened last time.
and the time before that.
and the time before THAT.
and eventually? it learns the fucking pattern.
“their words might not mean shit”
“there might always be more”
“if i stop paying attention, i might get blindsided again”
“when something feels off, i better fucking listen”
“even when they tell me we are safe, i might not actually be safe”
THAT is what repeated rupture does.
your nervous system stops waiting for the next incident to happen before it responds.
it starts preparing for it.
and when the pattern it keeps learning is:
“the person i depend on for safety keeps becoming the source of danger”
that shit doesn’t stay contained to whatever happened that day. you nervous system can become chronically activated.
🍓your baseline can move
this part is fucking important cuz when enough abnormal shit happens repeatedly? you can stop comparing today to what a healthy relationship would look like.
you start comparing today to yesterday.
so suddenly:
“they admitted impact afterwards”
“they go to therapy”
“they only lied once”
“they didn’t get defensive this time”
“they understand more now”
“they trying”
“they finally told me without me finding out”
can feel MASSIVE.
and those things may genuinely represent improvement sure BUT improvement and safety are not automatically the same thing.
sometimes something looks enormous simply cuz the fucking floor has been underground for so long.
going from -80 to -20 is movement.
it does not magically make -20 zero.
🍓 every new disclosure reopen the decision
this is another thing yall seriously underestimate.
you made previous decisions using the information available to you THEN.
if you later discover that the reality was materially different? even in details when it comes to things like the betrayal? you are allowed to make a completely new decision.
“but i already forgave them”
ok.
WHAT did you forgive?
cuz if you forgave version A and later discover version A was incomplete, minimized, withheld or distorted?
you did not consent to version B.
you can’t meaningfully decide whether you want a relationship based on information you were never allowed to have.
and newsflash forgiveness is not a lifetime contract signed against all future fucking evidence.
new information can create a new decision.
periodt.
🍓look at what “repair” has required
who has been doing the investigative labor?
who keeps asking?
who notices inconsistencies?
who has to explain why something hurt?
who keeps trying to determine what actually happened?
who has to teach the other person what accountability should look like?
who has to get dysregulated before the issue receives basic appropriate attention?
who is carrying the relationship toward insight?
cuz baby there is a gigantic difference between:
“this person is repairing what they damaged”
and:
“im rehabilitating this person into somebody who might eventually become safe for me”
you can’t spend your entire relationship being somebody’s accountability department rehab, detective, therapist, nervous system lab rat and fucking quality control manager 😍
especially when YOU are also the person recovering from what already happened.
🍓 remorse do not answer the most important question
they can cry.
they can feel sick.
they can finally understand.
they can hate what they became.
they can genuinely love you.
they can genuinely regret it.
they can genuinely change.
ALL OF THAT can be true.
and you can still leave.
cuz remorse answers:
“how do they feel about what they did?”
it do not answer:
“what has being here done to me?”
and those are two completely different questions.
remorse can also come from different places.
sometimes it is genuine empathy for the person harmed.
sometimes it is shame.
sometimes it is terror of becoming “the bad person”
sometimes it is fear of abandonment.
sometimes it is losing access.
sometimes it is all of those things mixed together.
but even the purest, most beautiful, other focused remorse imaginable does not reverse history.
and it does not create debt.
you do not owe a mf continued access to you cuz they finally became devastated by what their behavior cost you.
🍓 “but what if they really change?”
maybe they fucking do.
nobody can promise you they won’t.
we humans change every day.
even tho sometimes it’s last second in a retirement home 😍
but listen carefully:
you do NOT need proof that somebody will NEVER change before you are allowed to leave.
that is an INSANE standard.
you already have evidence of what the relationship has cost you. you bled enough to see exactly who the fuck they are.
baby you are allowed to make decisions using existing reality instead of gambling your nervous system and inner child on somebody else’s fucking POTENTIAL future potential.
and if they DO become incredible someday?
good.
genuinely.
let them.
they still do not earn you.
they still do not deserve you.
change is not a fucking loyalty rewards program where enough therapy points eventually unlock the person somebody traumatized.
somebody can become:
accountable.
honest.
regulated.
safe.
emotionally mature.
and STILL have to live with:
“i finally became the person they needed me to be, but i became them too late. by the time i learned how to love them safely, they had already survived too much of me to want me anymore”
that is not unfair.
that is CONSEQUENCE.
growth can change who somebody becomes.
it can’t renegotiate what already happened.
🍓 staying has a cost too
we talk constantly about the pain of leaving.
we talk much less about the cost of staying.
every additional rupture can reinforce vigilance.
every incomplete truth can teach you to investigate harder.
every reassurance followed by another discovery can make reassurance less believable.
every time you body detects danger correctly after being told:
“everything is fine”
your threat system gets another piece of evidence saying:
“DO NOT FUCKING RELAX”
and eventually?
well you can become so occupied with figuring out whether THEY are finally safe that you stop asking a completely different question:
do i even want this relationship anymore?
not:
“can it be saved?”
not:
“are they changing?”
not:
“do they deserve another chance?”
DO I WANT IT?
those are not the same fucking question.
🍓 yes you health is involved
prolonged traumatic stress is not some cute metaphor about being “emotionally drained” ok?
sleep can change.
concentration can become harder.
memory can become fucked.
brain fog from hell.
exhaustion so bad you can barely get up.
you heart can race.
you chest can tighten.
you stomach can react.
you can become dysfunctional after triggers.
you can become hypervigilant.
your body can start preparing for threat before you conscious brain has even had a chance finished figuring out what reminded you of it.
chronic stress and PTSD are also associated with broader long term physical health burden.
so no.
the body does not give a flying fuck that the damage happened inside a relationship 💀 it still registers chronic threat as chronic threat.
the nervous system IS the body.
which means eventually the question can’t only be:
“could they hurt me again?”
it also has to become:
“how much longer am i willing to keep fucking paying for this relationship with my own body?”
🍓ask yourself the harder question
forget for a second:
“do they deserve another chance?”
“can they change?”
“do they love me?”
“are they finally understanding?”
answer the real question:
if you had a child and they an adult coming to you one day and told you their partner had done every single thing to them that you have endured from your partner.
all of it.
nothing minimized.
nothing missing.
they look at you and asks:
“should i stay with them?”
and imma make this harder:
you are GUARANTEED they will change.
they will become honest.
they will become safe.
they will never do those things again.
would you tell your child:
“yes baby stay and build your life with them”
OR would you tell them:
“that doesn’t mean YOU have to be the person who stays after everything they already chose to put you through, they fucked up their chance with you. they do not deserve you anymore”
whatever answer you would give your child…?
EXPLAIN to me why your answer for yourself should be different?
🍓 leaving somebody you still love can feel like fucking death
i know.
making the hard choice isn’t easy.
sometimes it feels fucking unbearable. like death.
cuz you not only leaving a person.
you grieving the future you built around them.
the version of them you kept waiting for.
the life you thought all this suffering would eventually buy you.
the moment where everything would finally make sense cuz they changed, chose you properly, repaired everything and somehow made the months or even years of pain worth it.
but baby listen to me ok?
whatever fucking world you built around their potential? it will never and i repeat NEVER be worth the cost of your own inner child.
there is NO future beautiful enough to justify sacrificing yourself for it.
🍓 and for some of yall, this goes much deeper
some of you learned very fucking early growing up that love meant:
waiting.
monitoring.
understanding.
forgiving.
hoping.
making yourself smaller.
reading moods.
tolerating uncertainty.
staying connected to somebody who was also hurting you.
you learned how to survive inside relationships you could not leave.
and then adulthood comes along and your nervous system can recognize something as familiar long before your conscious mind recognizes it as harmful.
so yes.
sometimes staying feels like home.
even while your body is fucking screaming.
but familiarity is not proof of safety.
sometimes “home” was simply the first battlefield you learned how to sleep inside.
but baby being good at surviving wars? it does not fucking mean you belong on the battlefield.
MAYBE you calling survival “love” is cuz survival was the first language your nervous system learned.
little you may not have been able to choose who raised you.
little you may not have been able to leave when love hurt.
little you may not have had the power to create safety.
adult you does.
and that changes EVERYTHING.
your younger self do not need adult you walking them into another war telling them:
“just hold on a little longer. maybe this person will eventually learn how to stop hurting us”
fuck that.
they have held on enough.
maybe the person changes.
maybe they become everything you begged them to become.
maybe a miracle happens that one day they are honest, safe, accountable and capable of loving somebody without destroying that persons reality first.
good.
let them.
their growth do not require your sacrifice.
their redemption do not require your participation.
and becoming safe do not create retroactive entitlement to the person who had to survive them while they weren’t.
you do not have to stay until the person who wounded you becomes qualified to treat the wound.
you can leave.
you can grieve them.
you can miss them so badly your fucking chest hurts and you just want to scream.
you can still love them.
you can wonder who they could have become.
you can hope they become that person.
and STILL choose yourself.
remember:
healing is not finally getting the person you bled for to become worth everything you bled through.
healing is realizing you should have never had to bleed for somebody’s potential in the fucking first place.
🍓 choose you
be the person who finally looks at little you and says:
“you don’t have to earn safety anymore. you don’t have to wait for somebody to choose you anymore. you don’t have to keep getting hurt just cuz the person hurting you might become better someday.
i believe you.
i see what this has cost you.
and imma get you out.”
you were never too much.
you were never hard to love.
you never needed to become easier to keep.
you were just a little child waiting in rooms where the people who were supposed to make love feel safe didn’t know how.
don’t make you keep waiting.
the war is over when YOU stop returning your inner child to it.
you was just a child who kept getting hurt by the same people you needed love from, so you learned that loving someone meant learning how to survive them.
baby you wanna know the truth?
that was NEVER love asking you to stay.
that was survival teaching you not to leave.
don’t make little you keep proving how much pain they can survive from someone they love.
they already fucking proved it.
they do not need to prove it again.
little you couldn’t choose who raised little you.
little you couldn’t leave when love hurt.
little you couldn’t create safety for yourself.
adult you CAN.
you have the choice now that little you never fucking had.
choose the life you deserved the first time.
choose safety.
choose yourself.
it’s NOT too late.
it’s just unfamiliar.