My ex and I were together for two years and when we fell, we fell HARDDD. We had a physical, emotional and mental connection that I thought only existed in fantasies & romance novels. The first year of our relationship was amazing. We came from two very different religious, political, cultural, racial, geographical and socioeconomic backgrounds, and almost nothing about how we grew up was the same. We had common interests such as traveling and we both had a deep appreciation for the arts and storytelling whether through music, poetry, visual arts, etc…… She was my best friend…
The one thing we did share was our vision for the future and the kind of life we wanted to build together. We wanted that life together so badly. The problem was figuring out how to meet in the middle. Compromise often felt like sacrificing parts of ourselves and because of our different upbringings and childhood wounds, we kept missing each other emotionally.
Throughout our relationship, she initiated four breakups, and I can acknowledge that there were reasons behind them. For example, there were times when I didn't know how to show up for her in the ways she needed…
My unhealthiest coping mechanism is shutting down & I want to explain what that looked like for me because I don't think I ever fully understood it myself until being in this relationship. When my emotions get heightened, my instinct is to retreat inward. I become quiet, withdrawn and emotionally unavailable. I'm physically present but it's like I disappear into my own head. For a long time, I genuinely thought this was the healthiest way I knew how to handle conflict. Growing up and throughout my past relationships, I watched people express emotions by immediately releasing everything they were feeling. They would say hurtful things and then have to apologize afterward. I've seen this with family members, close friends, previous partners and even in this relationship.
& because of that, I developed this belief that when I'm overwhelmed, it's better to say nothing until I can process what I'm feeling. But what I failed to understand was that there is a difference between taking space to regulate yourself and shutting someone out. My intention was to avoid causing harm and reacting impulsively but the impact on her was that she felt alone, disconnected and emotionally unsafe. & I can see how repeatedly experiencing that would erode her trust in me especially when she needed me to be present and engaged rather than withdrawn.
After the third breakup, I promised myself I would never go back. None of the previous breakups had lasted longer than a day and she always came back. And every time, I went back too. The fourth breakup felt different though. She told me that she never wanted to see my face again & that she was beyond done with the relationship. I told myself it was my final straw but even then, I wasn't ready to let go. The next day, I went to her house to talk. She wouldn't even look me in the eyes and the only time she did was to tell me to get the fuck out of her house… so I left.
And 24 hours later, I went out, got drunk and slept with someone else. I wish I could say I was in a good place emotionally when I made that decision but I wasn't. Part of me was looking for comfort. Part of me wanted to feel something other than the pain I was experiencing. And if I'm being completely honest, part of me knew that sleeping with someone else would make it feel final. It would give me a reason not to return to a cycle I had repeatedly promised myself I would leave. I just wasn't ready to sit with the breakup so I found a way to escape it temporarily.
We remained in contact after the breakup because the love was still there between us. A few weeks after the breakup, we were having a conversation when she became angry with me because she thought I had cheated on her. I told her I hadn’t and then confessed to her that I had slept with my ex after we broke up.
It's now been a month and a half since we officially ended things and I keep thinking about how much this has hurt her. That night gave me temporary relief but it didn't take away the grief. If anything… it left me with another painful decision to process on top of the breakup itself. I imagine how it might have changed the way she remembers our relationship, how it might have made her question what was real and how it might have shattered the image she had of me and the trust she placed in me… She has since said some incredibly heinous and hurtful things to me since finding out and I deserve that much.
I can recognize that she's hurting and at the same time, I'm taking responsibility and wanting to hold myself accountable without completely destroying myself with guilt. I know I hurt her and I know that sleeping with someone so soon after the breakup was a decision I made while trying to escape feelings I wasn't ready to face.
But I also know that our relationship had become an unhealthy cycle. Four breakups, repeated reconciliations, unresolved wounds and two people who loved each other but struggled to show up for each other in the way we needed.
I have no desire to reconcile. This isn't me looking for a way back into the relationship or trying to justify what I did. I'm still grieving her, the relationship, the future we imagined and the version of myself I wish I had been while we were together. I'm also grieving the fact that someone who once knew me so intimately now see’s me through the lens of one of the most hurtful decisions I've made.
I know my guilt and remorse are not the same as the pain she is feeling. & every time I find myself struggling with the weight of my actions, my mind goes straight to her and what she must be going through. She is the one left hurting from a decision I made. And as much as I wish I could take that pain away, I know I can't undo what happened. My next therapy appointment isn't for another two weeks and I think I just needed somewhere to put all of this.