About a month ago, my ex-boyfriend and I broke up.
To start off with, I had some issues with insecurity mainly due to the fact that firstly I was set up by my sister, so I didn’t really feel like dating/I am really naive so didn’t know what to expect when we first met. I’m also very much of an introvert and take time to warm up to people, so I never felt like I could open up to him [mainly cause he wasn’t the greatest at listening too] the way I could with my friends and so this put strain on the relationship because he felt shut out. I must admit, I also initially didn’t really feel peace about the relationship and didn’t like certain things so I would tell my friends I wanted to break up with him and in terms of long-term, I wasn’t really sure it would work. I was also a very anxious person and would be like ‘why don’t you go be with this other girl and each time he’d say ‘no, I want you’ or ‘I’m here to stay’.
And I guess as time went on, him being so nice and patient with me and so keen to improve and communicate our issues, by about six months in, I was starting to really like him so agreed to be his girlfriend, and the problems weren’t so big to me anymore. I was happy. A few times I was still dramatic, like not being decisive about where to eat when we went out, or saying ‘I’m fine’ when I was not, or if he didn’t text me for hours I’d assume he’d been eaten by gorillas [He said my assumptions ruined the relationship but I’ll get to that]. I also held back a LOT because I was always so shy around him. That aside, it was genuinely the best and its the first time I ever dated a proper Christian, so it was amazing like reading books together, praying for each other, respecting sexual boundaries [like I have a thing of waiting till I get married for my first kiss]. In fact the week we broke up we decided to take two days to focus on God before ourselves. So it was good. I’m not sure if I was convinced he was ‘the one’, cause I’m like twenty-two, but if God said you’re stuck with him forever, it wouldn’t be a bad thing.
The breakup was precipitated by a sleepy text where I admitted I never wanted to be in a relationship to start off with, and the next morning, somehow ended up accidentally breaking up with him over text. The funny/sad thing is I didn’t think it was serious until the next day when I was like ‘I’m kidding’ and when I got back from the library there was a text from him saying he couldn’t do it anymore and needed space and we should stay friends.
In my pride, I was like ‘fine’ and allowed him that space, and when he came back he acted like nothing happened. He kept going on about how he was doing okay and going to the gym while I was dying. He didn’t even ask how I was feeling. Then his replies started to be ‘curt’ and when I called him out on it, especially after I explained he was acting differently so if he needed more space he should let me know, he was like ‘thanks for your concern’. This made me flip off and I was like if you don’t want to be my friend let me know. Then he went into this horrible rant about how I make assumptions and how I was expecting him to read my mind that I wanted to apologise to him. I apologised, and the next day I was like we need to stop arguing over text, so we talked over the phone like a couple of days later and it was fine, we kept talking like nothing happened and it was okay. Then I was like will we ever date and he was like ‘I’m sorry I never want to get back with you’ not right now at least, I can’t deal with your assumptions yet again and I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. But the thing is, my feelings weren’t that hurt. I just didn't want to lose my friend. Or maybe they are and I just don’t know? He was so rude though that I was like ‘ugh no, I didn’t even like you that much’ We agreed to be friends, but I wasn’t so sure. He said to take time to think about it.
So about a week later, I missed him and texted him, and that was the time I realised how much I liked him, but friendship was more important so I was like are we still friends, and he was like yeah. We talked normally, was pretty okay and I can’t remember the last text I sent but it was something dumb, Leslie Knope related, and he didn’t reply for a day so instead of checking my phone waiting for a reply, I was like ’screw you’ and blocked him and haven’t messaged for two weeks now. Its been hard cause I had two weeks off from uni for Easter, but in the period, I’ve grown in my faith, it hurts but I don’t regret the breakup. I forgave him for hurting me [albeit unconsiously] and I’m learning to forgive myself.
I got nine missed calls from an unknown number today, and I panicked and unblocked him. What if it was him? [ probably wasn’t] Hence why I’m here. I'm struggling to decide whether to text him to say hello or not. I’m afraid he won’t reply cause what if he texted me in the two weeks he was blocked and is cross I didn’t respond? I’m not sure I want to get back together, but I kind of wish he’d stayed around to know me as I am, not the shy person? I feel like putting the title ‘dating’ put a lot of pressure on me, and if we were friends, I could just be normal around him. So maybe we should be friends?
So here I am. I don’t understand. Was I wrong here? Can anyone explain why he was so mean? I am feeling a lot of guilt about it too Was it really my fault? Or could he just have been done? We agreed to be friends, but I'm not sure if I should bother considering the fact we haven't spoken in two weeks. I also realise I might be at fault, do I apologise or just move on
To start off with, I had some issues with insecurity mainly due to the fact that firstly I was set up by my sister, so I didn’t really feel like dating/I am really naive so didn’t know what to expect when we first met. I’m also very much of an introvert and take time to warm up to people, so I never felt like I could open up to him [mainly cause he wasn’t the greatest at listening too] the way I could with my friends and so this put strain on the relationship because he felt shut out. I must admit, I also initially didn’t really feel peace about the relationship and didn’t like certain things so I would tell my friends I wanted to break up with him and in terms of long-term, I wasn’t really sure it would work. I was also a very anxious person and would be like ‘why don’t you go be with this other girl and each time he’d say ‘no, I want you’ or ‘I’m here to stay’.
And I guess as time went on, him being so nice and patient with me and so keen to improve and communicate our issues, by about six months in, I was starting to really like him so agreed to be his girlfriend, and the problems weren’t so big to me anymore. I was happy. A few times I was still dramatic, like not being decisive about where to eat when we went out, or saying ‘I’m fine’ when I was not, or if he didn’t text me for hours I’d assume he’d been eaten by gorillas [He said my assumptions ruined the relationship but I’ll get to that]. I also held back a LOT because I was always so shy around him. That aside, it was genuinely the best and its the first time I ever dated a proper Christian, so it was amazing like reading books together, praying for each other, respecting sexual boundaries [like I have a thing of waiting till I get married for my first kiss]. In fact the week we broke up we decided to take two days to focus on God before ourselves. So it was good. I’m not sure if I was convinced he was ‘the one’, cause I’m like twenty-two, but if God said you’re stuck with him forever, it wouldn’t be a bad thing.
The breakup was precipitated by a sleepy text where I admitted I never wanted to be in a relationship to start off with, and the next morning, somehow ended up accidentally breaking up with him over text. The funny/sad thing is I didn’t think it was serious until the next day when I was like ‘I’m kidding’ and when I got back from the library there was a text from him saying he couldn’t do it anymore and needed space and we should stay friends.
In my pride, I was like ‘fine’ and allowed him that space, and when he came back he acted like nothing happened. He kept going on about how he was doing okay and going to the gym while I was dying. He didn’t even ask how I was feeling. Then his replies started to be ‘curt’ and when I called him out on it, especially after I explained he was acting differently so if he needed more space he should let me know, he was like ‘thanks for your concern’. This made me flip off and I was like if you don’t want to be my friend let me know. Then he went into this horrible rant about how I make assumptions and how I was expecting him to read my mind that I wanted to apologise to him. I apologised, and the next day I was like we need to stop arguing over text, so we talked over the phone like a couple of days later and it was fine, we kept talking like nothing happened and it was okay. Then I was like will we ever date and he was like ‘I’m sorry I never want to get back with you’ not right now at least, I can’t deal with your assumptions yet again and I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. But the thing is, my feelings weren’t that hurt. I just didn't want to lose my friend. Or maybe they are and I just don’t know? He was so rude though that I was like ‘ugh no, I didn’t even like you that much’ We agreed to be friends, but I wasn’t so sure. He said to take time to think about it.
So about a week later, I missed him and texted him, and that was the time I realised how much I liked him, but friendship was more important so I was like are we still friends, and he was like yeah. We talked normally, was pretty okay and I can’t remember the last text I sent but it was something dumb, Leslie Knope related, and he didn’t reply for a day so instead of checking my phone waiting for a reply, I was like ’screw you’ and blocked him and haven’t messaged for two weeks now. Its been hard cause I had two weeks off from uni for Easter, but in the period, I’ve grown in my faith, it hurts but I don’t regret the breakup. I forgave him for hurting me [albeit unconsiously] and I’m learning to forgive myself.
I got nine missed calls from an unknown number today, and I panicked and unblocked him. What if it was him? [ probably wasn’t] Hence why I’m here. I'm struggling to decide whether to text him to say hello or not. I’m afraid he won’t reply cause what if he texted me in the two weeks he was blocked and is cross I didn’t respond? I’m not sure I want to get back together, but I kind of wish he’d stayed around to know me as I am, not the shy person? I feel like putting the title ‘dating’ put a lot of pressure on me, and if we were friends, I could just be normal around him. So maybe we should be friends?
So here I am. I don’t understand. Was I wrong here? Can anyone explain why he was so mean? I am feeling a lot of guilt about it too Was it really my fault? Or could he just have been done? We agreed to be friends, but I'm not sure if I should bother considering the fact we haven't spoken in two weeks. I also realise I might be at fault, do I apologise or just move on