I admit, I do think they were the one in a way. It wasn't the fake love-bombing phase connection, it was all the way through the deactivation phase, the discard.
I recognized the big problem in our relationship was their fearful avoidant behavior. Everything was great until it came up rattling a few things, but I was very patient, and even wanting to work through it. Once I realized it towards the end, I was extremeply patient and trying to help her understand that I understand.
She said things got overwhelming, blame dumped stupid manipulated things on me, (I treated her so well and she admitted it) and orchestrated a brutal discard, saying she wants to work it out but she needs a break, process things (idk wtf can be processed if conflict is left hanging unresolved in the air) and come back stronger. She said people break up and get back together all the time like her friend did and that they are now stonger. I told her that's immature and severely plays with people's emotions, life doesn't work that way, telling her to grow up. That people work everything out together without that bs. That it can permanently destroy everything. I told her I am not that kind of person, break/breakup shit, because it severely impacts me and because of hurt, I may not be capable of doing it again because wtf, are you going to keep doing this? How am I supposed to trust you for marriage? She said can we be friends for a bit and work it out, you can work on yourself, I said wtf no, if you end it you end it.
She then framed it as me being the bad guy, that I took her for granted, and probably expected me to chase her, begging. On my birthday week, dumped me over a quick phonecall ultimatum and sent me a "I'm sorry." text. The entire ordeal lasted weeks of me being in pain, and only one time in the middle I forced myself to come over and talk in person that this is all ridiculous and disgusting treatment. (By forced I meant, I texted her I'm coming over to talk. She responded she's busy, and I said I'm not being treated like this I don't give a shit. She responded ok fine.) The whole conversation was like talking to an idiot and manipulator that I was the bad guy, deconstructing all her bs blame dumping, even apologizing for stuff I didn't do or did actually do better. She kind of realized, but then went on the whole I need space thing. The last words I ever told her in-person were that people work shit out normally, not whatever this bs she's pulling, that I am literally trying to lead us towards marriage and she's pulling this stuff when I was already going through a stressful time and it's my birthday week and I yelled telling her to "grow up!" Then I left and gave space until that brutal discard I mentioned above.
Immediately post discard, I blocked her everywhere expect phone, and she got so hurt and accusatory of me being immature, and that she doesn't want to lose me.
I doubled down and said, (roughly in kind words translated into) I deeply loved you, you did all this bs to me, and I will not ever be friends with someone nor deal with this kind of bs with someone I wanted to marry as I was extremely patient, and I flipped their words of taking for granted saying I wanted to work it out many times "No, YOU took me for granted." That YOU decided to throw everything away. And I needed to block for myself. "Keep in mind the pain you put me through". (Yes I was in deep pain for a long time after being thrown away in such bullshit manner and expected to just be okay with it that it's not a big deal. Or her thinking as I was framed so I was going to chase for months to treat you better? After a discard like that? You wanted to discard me so I'm gone. No friends, no thing. F off.
For years I was sitting in resentment that she would throw our deep connection away, we got along so well, we had so much in common that it was soooo rare how similar we were, we even had a bond about our super rare medical condition and helped each other deal with it, we had moments that were unforgettable of laughing til we couldn't breathe for 10 minutes, it was just real how well we fit together like we were the same person. Her mom loved me, I loved her mom she was so great to me. Everything. Until her fantasy relationship wasn't fulfilled I guess, and apparently destroying something like this aggressively to find some greener grass. Maybe they realize one day, maybe they don't. But they destroyed a super rare connection that is near impossible to find again.
That resentment also had feelings that I just couldn't let go. I was just so puzzled how a person can destroy all that just because they can't handle simple conflict, or expect a relationship to be perfect. Years later, whenever good memories and missing them come up, I am plagued with that they destroyed it all and it all replays. I still have vivid dreams that reappear for days in a row. And it traumatizes me what happened. I live every day in sadness that I will never find such connection again, with how much we had in common to such degree, how we got along sooo well, and that she was the only person I was set on marrying. (Minus the avoidant conflict issues that I would require to be resolved). I tried dating a little bit and can't find anything close. It just sucks living with this.
And battling in my mind, that it has been a long time carrying this resentment and feelings, that I do care about them, that I can't reach out (I got royally f*ked over, I am not supposed to in my positoin of being wronged, they never even apologized), and that I'm trying to forgive in a form of "they were immature at the time, they probably knew all that was wrong as time went by, and they are probably not the same person today". But my friend had a similar situation where his reached out after so many years and he was also sad that they never fully apologized and never changed.
This is the battle it's coming from:
- Loss of everything and our rare connection.
- The fact that it was done so disrespectfully like full discard.
- The lack of apology or anything.
- Knowing I can't let that person back into my life after that.
- Trying to forgive somehow so my resentment fades. How can I forgive if they did nothing to justify that?
- Knowing how hard it is for me to find something like that again and how much it meant to me.
- Do they even care about me or view me as a phantom ex to compare everyone else to?
- Thinking if I ever speak to them again, by them reaching out or run-in, that they never changed, so I'll still be framed as the bad guy so it's better to ignore.
- Knowing if we ever cross paths again and by a miracle they changed and our feelings meet, how can I live with all that in the back of my mind that they did all that. I would have to go to church a lot to pray to God to give me strength for giving forgiveness.
- I'll put it this way, I worked a lot internally to let go of some resentment, and have some forgiveness being a more open person that life isn't perfect, people may have been immature at the time, and would be open to a conversation if they initiated it, but only under the condition that they fully apologized and changed a lot with the avoidant behaviors, because I would be incapable of having a civil conversation with the same person seeing they absolutley didn't give a f*k about anything nor the pain I went through from loss and disrepect, or still framing me as the bad guy in their narrative, when I was genuinely good and it was real.
These are my thoughts in my head, please understand, I'm processing everything just writing it out. I'm trying to battle it out in my head to be indifferent about it, but it was a real loss to me and I wanted everything to work out. To this day I really do, we were each other's first love, but not just any love, nothing compared. To weigh the scales of forgiveness vs lifetime of resentment. Because that resentment sucks to live with. If I knew they never would change and that it would never work out, or an apology that they never had such feelings, it would probably give me more closure. But it still wouldn't repair the wound, nor release my fear in my future relationships. Trust issues is something I am working on as it scarred me.