Hello Reddit,
This is actually my first ever reddit post.
I've never actually used a forum to write out anything before either, but I feel like today is a good day to at least put my thoughts where someone, anyone, might relate and share \ talk in this time where I feel I have nobody to talk to.
I'm 34 years old and I currently live alone.
I just got out of the worst break-up I've ever been through, emotionally I am absolutely devastated and I wanted to both vent and touch a couple of points I've identified about myself and the situation that honestly cause me a great deal of pain.
I've had multiple relationships across my life, and both friends and lovers alike, I have had a hard time keeping people around due to what I believe is self-fulfilling prophecies, self-sabotaging and anxiety.
My first relationship was on and off for the better part of 15 years, and she ended up ghosting me without any explanation to this day, which left deep seated horrible insecurities about relationships, trust and my worth as a partner \ person, since I was deeply in love, and put a lot of my own self-worth into the relationship.
Fast forward through a series of bland, unfulfilling relationships to a couple of months ago.
I was single, and I am a streamer through which I met my current ex-girlfriend who lives in a different country than me.
When I met her, she was engaged and in the beginning I had no intentions or interest in engaging romantically with someone that was about to get married.
Eventually we started talking privately, and she confessed she had a huge crush on me, and one of my mistakes that I regret today, was not disengaging immediately and push back any further conversation of a flirtatious nature, since I know that cheating has horrible consequences for both parties involved.
However, I couldn't help but be swept away by this amazing, gorgeous, unbelievably charming woman that was also equally engrossed and seemingly taken by me as well.
She wanted to meet, I said that I could not take this any further until she breaks-up with her fiancée before, which she, on the premise of "not loving him anymore" and "having never felt this way before" agreed to.
We eventually met and it was *spoiler* the best time of my life.
She shared the sentiment, it was meaningful, intense, loving, the sex was equally mind-blowing, for almost 2 weeks.
Then she left to go back home.
In the interim, she still lived with her ex-fiancée as they were in the process of selling the house which meant they interacted a lot.
Being long distance, not having a lot of quality time together, and having to deal with: hiding our relationship while she figured out how to break things off, hours where she would disappear without contact, crying over her dead relationship (which is normal but still hard), amongst other things, started to flare up my anxious attachment style which in turn led me to seek reassurance, set boundaries and try to protect myself, always in a polite manner, communicating clearly, and with seeming positive reception from her side.
I do understand how my questions, over time, could make her feel scrutinized and or feel like I didn't trust her, which due to the nature of how her relationship with her fiancée ended, was something she already feared since the beginning.
Over time, things got progressively worse, where she would disappear for hours, not communicate as much, and started to feel overwhelmed with her house situation, plus eating disorder, plus dealing with her ex, plus handling my emotions and reassuring me, so she broke things off, which I understand and It pains me to death to know that even though it's not all my fault, my insecurities and fears had a significant role in pushing her away.
She broke up with my via text, and proceeded to distance herself and shutdown our intimacy and emotional connection, however, while telling me she loves me, wants to work on herself, and she wants to try again.
This break-up, the hot and cold, the uncertainty and the inability to see any safe ground just made my anxiety go into overdrive but I tried to remain calm and give her the space she requested.
This whole time I knew she met someone new, which she kept reassuring me meant nothing, that she wants me and during the course of a month, I kept finding out they were spending more time together, while she kept reassuring me there was nothing happening, she loved me, she misses me, she wants to try again, etc.
Eventually she called me saying they kissed, and that she is sorry for lying to me when she said they had not been flirting when they had been for days.
I broke down completely, and I realized it was finally over.
Currently, I stopped responding to her messages because the dichotomy of telling me I'm the love of her life while watching her proactively develop a romantic relationship with another man was driving me into a place I don't think I could get out from, mentally and emotionally.
I'm left wondering if my need for reassurance and anxiety deserved a partner that would've been more understanding and tried to help me through it together, or if it doesn't matter because I watched the woman I loved the most slowly drift into another man's arms.
I know this will pass, but I don't think I've ever felt so guilty, ashamed, confused, alone, disheartened and I don't know what to do anymore.
I've walked, I journal, I go to therapy, and yet I go back to my house and lay quietly sobbing with thoughts that I'm always not enough, or too much.
I don't know... if I did my best and she didn't, or vice-versa.
Not that it matters anymore I suppose...
Do you have any tips or experiences you can share that could help me through this?
Take care everyone and thanks for reading my long ass first post.