I ended the relationship because he wasn’t a bonus in my life or an addition, he had become my life. The role he filled slowly became a burden. I started becoming his caretaker. I gave too much of myself, neglected my own needs, and learned love as something that had to be earned by how much I gave. I knew it wasn’t healthy long term.
What hurts the most is what happened after. When I was vulnerable and just wanted to talk to the one person who knew me best, he slept with me and then slowly cut contact on his own terms. It felt like being abandoned when I needed him the most. It felt like my parents choosing a future without me in it all over again.
Now I feel conflicted because I was the one who broke up with him, yet I feel like I’m the one who got left. I don’t want him back, but losing him feels like losing a family member. I miss feeling chosen. I miss feeling safe.
I’ve never learned to be in my own company and feel like love the best substitute for the emotionally and physically absent parents. I fear abandonment and my day without a person is always mundane.
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