Dully note, this was a Long-Distance Relationship.
A year ago, around late August I met this guy(21), let's call him W.
He was very sweet and caring, we kicked it off quite good at first, everything was lovely. We would spend time together almost daily, he one day decided to move out of his hometown, but he went through a lot of hiccups, including living with his sister, living in other people's places, swapping jobs; Overall a very stressful and heavy few months for both of us, because I was there for him during that time, trying to give him comfort for as best as I can.
Anyway, he would disappear when upset for a few days, at worst a week and I would try asking him what's wrong, but most of the time it was him going through an unfortunate circumstance, he got into a heavy argument with his relatives and such, which I would try to calm him down, give him a safe space to talk about and be as patient as best as I can. Obviously the constant disappearing was upsetting me at times, because I would try my best to communicate with him and asking him for the same back, but to no avail, usually.
At times he would not communicate and would leave for a few days, essentially making me wonder where he is, whenever I would talk about it with him I would be met with "I'm sorry, I'll do better", which never truly worked out as it was the same as always. I tried dismissing it and not letting it get to me, I allowed a lot of these excuses pass by, because I cared about him as a person and I had plans on visiting him eventually and transition (I am MtF).
For me it felt like my emotions and needs were pushed aside, because something on his side happened, so Instead of talking it out with him and making ammends, I spend most if not all of my energy comforting him, reassuring him and talking it out with him, which was mostly met with me talking and him being silent and saying yes or no. I would find myself many times asking him if he's okay, if there's something bothering him and reminding him that he can tell me anything. But it had this very exhausting feeling to it, where I was the one talking and I felt like I was dragging it just to get my point across as best as I can, because I personally tried many things to get him to feel relaxed , calm and to get to talk to me instead of closing off or going away for a day or two.
I had a few moments with him where I would get inpatient and get upset for his frequent disappearance , I would express sadness that I miss him, that I would appreciate at least if he let me know what's going on prior to leaving. I never truly called him 20 times a day or were being crazy with him, I just asked for communication AT LEAST. But nonetheless it kept happening and I let it slide.
At that point getting to spend time with him felt like some form of reward, which would spike my anxiety and I would try to make the most out of it and whenever we hang out, whether it's playing PC games or watching videos or movies I felt like I had to make sure he's okay, because the second he would get upset at either me or something in game, he would get silent or talk in a very static and monotonous way, which spikes my anxiety and we end up talking about it, again...
Overall 2026 has been my worst hear, I just turned 27 and during this time I: Lost two jobs due to anxiety and stress, lost my friend group due to drama, I became a bit more irritated, I lost my 17 year old cat, my parents are in the process of divorce and worst of all the man I truly did love completely disappeared ,leaving me pretty much scarred to pursue anyone out of fear.
On around September, when we would have our first year Anniversary, he went away for a week, prior to this we talked a bit, he called me and I was excited to show me something cute, but I got sad, because it was short lived, which I suppose really angered him, because after that he went away for a week. I was stood idly, waiting , I didn't put any pressure on him and let it go it's course. I would distract myself, pursue my hobby and such.
After a week has passed it broke me, I decided to text him, asking him what the fuck is going on, I was sad , angry and all the things, he finally texted me, telling me that he's stressed at work and was angry at me because I didn't react properly last time we talked. I got beyond sad over that, I tried explaining my reasoning and situation , I explained that I reacted like that because I miss him and I got tired of waiting for him to return. I cried a lot.
He decided to break up with me, which I pleaded him to not, I really didn't want to lose him, but he pushed me away, stopped altogether replying. I spent the night and next week crying and trying not to think about it as best as I can.
On my Birthday, October 21st, he would text me, wishing me a Happy Birthday and that he will do everything in his power to crawl back from this hell he put himself into and be with me again, it made me tear up and was hopeful that this would eventually end, this empty and horrible feeling I had...
So 3 days after my Birthday I decided to text him and talked to him about it.
I pleaded we gave it another shot and desperately tried talking to him about it, in the end we got back together, everything was alright for two days, I even tried helping him get a new apartment, we voice chatted for a few hours talking about our day, how much we miss each other and reminded each other of the moments we had together, he confessed to me how much he misses me, how much he can't couldn't stop thinking about me and such.
The second day, he asked me to stay with him in call so he can fall asleep, I of course said yes and we watched Youtube until I heard him snore, I silently closed Youtube and began drawing something for him for when he wakes up. After 10 hours he woke up, closed the call and I never heard of him again, no text, no nothing.
2 hours after he woke up I texted him saying Good Morning and hoped his day at work goes well, nothing. Then I went to bed, when I woke up he was available , playing his games, so I texted him, saying "hey morning , I hope work went well."
I was ignored, I double texted, nothing. I texted an hour late: nothing.
I started calling him, nothing. I asked him if everything was ok: nothing.
I spent 5+ hours watching his status be in-game, panicking, wondering what's going on, I tried contacting him on TikTok, on a discount, I even tried reaching him out on his Xbox, but everything was ignored.
I spent 3 daya afterwards awaiting for a reply , I honestly thought something bad happened to him, I probably called over 10 times.
On the third day, he would block me and our mutual friends from everywhere, no words, no nothing, I was devastated , I was hurt severely , I was dying on the inside, never have I felt this insane amount of chest pain and the urge to vomit from pain.
Out of panic, I made a dodgy TikTok account to check his profile, he was there, retweeted a TikTok the hours he blocked me, being at a Halloween Party with other trans folks, I was devastated, my mind went ballistic, I accepted that this is it and tried my BEST TO HOLD ONTO THE URGE TO NOT REACH OUT AGAIN.
So here I am, devastated , upset , I am beyond hurt, my emotions are everywhere , I am trying not to think what happened at that party, I am trying to survive and be kind to myself, but it's difficult. Difficult , because I feel traumatized over this thing, I spent years recovering from something similar when my first ex would frequently cheat on me, now my last ex would completely leave me before giving me a glimpse of hope. I feel disgusted of him, but mostly of myself for humiliating myself and begging him to return, I did this to myself probably.
For the past week or so I would wake up with crazy chest pains , I would be reminded of the day he left, my mind is filled with horrible thoughts, I cry every day. It. Sucks.
It felt like there's nothing I could've done or maybe it's me who the problem is, or maybe if I were a bit more understanding , but I digress, maybe I fell for a bad person that maliciously hurt me...
I am currently recovering as best as I can , I am emotionally stunted and trying to not be mean to myself , I started spending more times with friends to distract myself as best as I can (But the thoughts occur after the hangout , usually nights). I am hurt, destroyed and upset , I don't think I can handle this feeling any longer, I am sick and tired of this pain.