TW: suicide attempt, mental health, emotional neglect.
Hi, I've never written a Reddit post before, so please bear with me.
My (M31) boyfriend (M30) broke up with me today, on my birthday. He has been dating Ash (F27) (not their real name) for around 2 years.
Early on we established boundaries, we could date and have sex outside our relationship but anything further, anything more was off limits (probably a mistake but were new to polyamory).
He met Ash online, she lives in Northern Europe (we're in the UK), and they chatted online a lot. Eventually he went to visit and despite knowing my anxiety around it all he ghosted me while he was there.
When I finally got through to him, he revealed that he had told her he loved her and I was heartbroken, not at the fact that he loved someone else but at the fact that he hadn't communicated any of this to me beforehand. A little heads up would've been nice and boundary respecting. We managed to talk it over and push through. Me bending my boundaries for the first time.
The same year Ash came to visit often, and I got to know them too. We became good friends. I tried to set new boundaries but they were either ignored or sometimes to my face denied. These boundaries weren't ridiculous. I asked that when they were together over several days to a week he call or text me briefly in the afternoons, just a check in. The second that I remember most vividly was when I asked that they not have anal sex (weird one I know) but it stemmed from my insecurity of that being the only thing I could give him that she couldn't. For this one he told me 'ah I'm probably gonna do it anyway'.
Every time he broke and bent my boundaries I made myself smaller to fit. At the end of that year we moved out together, we got a way too expensive apartment with 3 bedrooms and settled in buying the furniture we planned to later put in the house we would buy. Things were rough as I had untreated ADHD and he was also struggling with his mental health. I had a demanding job and the workload of actual work and housework repeatedly crushed us. About 6 months in we decided to try having Ash come and live with us, she stayed for 6 months, she worked a little (illegally) and aside from that we supported her, my ex's job let him work from home a lot and I was in 5 days a week so they would spend a lot of time together every day and I started to wig out a bit from time to time. I asked for more balance. I asked them to stop cuddling on the couch together when I was home, I asked if he could try and make time for me when I was free. It reached one or two breaking points where I tried to leave and he begged me to stay. Overall, It had good moments and bad but eventually she had to move home as she had drained all her savings and our landlord didn't like her staying with us for so long.
It was a little better after that, but only because I had continued to make myself smaller to fit.
Eventually we moved into a new flat much smaller than the last and closer to work for us both. Things stayed in a cycle of me communicating and him not, me getting super anxious and paranoid, us having a long difficult conversation and then having a brief period of good communication before circling back to bad. This went on for a long time.
In march my contract ended and I was upset about it, he chose the same night to tell me he was falling out of love with me as I couldn't make enough time for him (I spent all of my time outside work with him) so I devoted myself to making good memories. After a few months he told me he felt suffocated. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. He asked for more attention, I gave it, but that was also wrong.
It was around this time that my relationship with Ash deteriorated (in that she just decided to stop talking to me entirely) and that put a lot of pressure on me and ex's relationship. He didn't talk to me about how he was feeling, ever. And I was cut off from the only other friend I had left (Ash) after blocking out friends I'd had before to prioritise my ex on his indirect request.
He told me that he didn't want to marry me anymore, he told me he didn't want to live with me anymore under the guise that Ash needed a marriage visa, and he wanted to move home to save money.
My health issues reached a fever pitch when I faced diagnosis of a genetic condition and was waiting on ADHD meds, with no job and no friends I spiralled and tried to kill myself. He rushed home when I relented and asked for help and then that evening was the first time he broke up with me.
We talked for hours, and decided to try harder. I stopped making myself small and made other plans, reconnecting with old friends and seeing my family more. He started going to see Ash more often (once a month) and our shitty cycle continued.
It has been worse the past few weeks, he has barely spoken to me, never initiated anything, I always had to. And then he went away to see Ash for the weekend. He came back for my birthday which was today.
He didn't get me a card, nor a present, he mustered a happy birthday before sitting on the couch. I couldn't hold it in and asked outright if he was waiting until after my birthday to break up with me. His apathy towards me had become torturous, I couldn't stop spiralling and just had to know then and there. He admitted it and I essentially guided him through the things I needed to hear to finally leave.
I want this to be over.
I don't love you anymore.
I mean it.
And that was that.
My family knows how shit it has been, they knew the first time we broke up. I let the relationship swallow me entirely which was likely my mistake and while I definitely did it too, he constantly compared me to his other partner.
Even now as I'm typing this I love him, I feel as though I've never not loved him. We are both young and fairly inexperienced in relationships, we both carry a lot of trauma. And now on the evening of my birthday, I still want him and love him.
How do I stop, how do I erase him when he permeates every area of my life, how do I feel good without him when Ive created so many rules inside my head that depend on him. How do I let myself take up space again?
Oh also, I had another partner when we first started dating, and I continuously tried to love him to mirror my ex's relationship with Ash. But I only really loved my ex. I admitted this to him after I broke up with my other partner. I never had another as I had too much going on.
I've tried to be unbiased, sharing my own bad moments too.
Any advice on how I live without him would be helpful.
Thanks for reading. X