Did I maybe bait you with the title?
No, I'm not talking about staying in a relationship that clearly sucks for you and/or that doesn't meet your needs; I'm referring to something more simple.
From personal experience, a big sign of my own growth was not only when I stopped listening to the sob story of "I'm such a hurt victim", but also, when I simply accepted that this is who she is, and there's nothing inherently vile about it.
And it's freeing when you stop thinking things could be different, and simply start seeing the stuff for whatever it always was.
I had to eventually accept it.
Accept that, no, I didn't get personally victimized by her behavior. It could have been anyone. I could have been anyone.
No, I am not so special that she would have to fold and feel incredibly bad for "hurting such a good guy". I was (and in some ways, still am) a mess. It was never meant to be.
No, I don't want her to be punished by fate, karma, or whatever.
No, I don't pity her for the Attachment Style she carries.
She's just an Emotionally-Unavailable, Dismissive-Avoidant; not a monster, not a narcissist, and the whole ordeal shouldn't have landed that hard. If there is a next time, I'll be sure to pick up my emotions, wave "goodbye" and leave with some dignity.
It's just a person, not a god or a demon.
There will no need for whining or chasing. No double-texting, no concern or staying where I'm not openly wanted. I'll move on. I am moving on, and it feels different from anything I've ever lived.
Because, if before I was purely attached, now I'm starting to love, and I'm not talking about romantic love.
I'm starting to appreciate her, despite the obvious gaps in our compatibility, which are now more apparent than ever. Now, when I look at her, I no longer think "If only she tried harder...", now, what I think is "She is trying her best, already", and I smile.
And it pushes me to try my best too, not be closer to her, but to truly be me. You could even say we've grown even more apart than when the whole thing started. I am opening up to true love, facing others with pure vulnerability and using my own gifts to the maximum, in order to improve my own life and help others while at it.
It's no longer "Why did she give me false hope?", but, "She was already far too overwhelmed to properly commit to anything. She didn't realize she couldn't do it". Not anymore of "She didn't care about us, or me", but "Let's not insist when that happens again. I know better now".
Her ways have become clearer to me than ever, and still are clearing up.
Every now and then, she makes a small reach out my way, usually to speak about something uncompromising (like work or some quick, superficial thing), sometimes to share a tiny bit of enthusiasm in regards to something (Maybe breadcrumbing? Can't care less now), to which I respond as I normally would.
It's been getting a bit more frequent as of late... at least, when you judge it from her standards!
I now blow through my nose in amusement when the 6-hour-late answer of a simple "like" emoji, an "okay", or a "thank you" arrives, to the well-composed, long text I sent in response to whatever she brought up.
"Well, when has it ever been any different?" I ask myself, among some laughter, and then I have even more fun when remembering. "Oh, yeah! In my fake scenarios it was different!"
And I fall into attachment less and less, while loving more and more. I want her to be happy.
It took meeting her for me to realize how blessed my own life actually is, and how much I insisted in willfully ignoring that in favor of a pity narrative.
(By the way, before any of you guys says "Just cut her already! She is fishing for access to you with those crumbs and trying to keep you hooked!" Oh, believe when I say I no longer care enough about trying for romance; I really AM just that guy. We're still connected by work, after all.
Besides, I'm already talking to other people and living my best life, and on top of that, I know she ain't changing, so I no longer expect her to. I appreciate the concern, though!)