We met in 2023 and soon moved in together; everything was very intense, and we liked each other a lot. Until I started noticing the first signs: it took him four hours to open up and talk about something bothering him, him keeping things bottled up and not communicating, and gradually closing himself off. And so we wore each other down, me disrespecting him without realizing it, him erasing himself without setting boundaries. Little by little, I realized he was emotionally dependent on me...
Once I was in a lab at my university (where I couldn't use my phone), and he would text me saying I had abandoned him, that I wasn't talking to him, things like that. The last thing that really affected me was when we were no longer living together (between September and October 2025), and he would come home tired from work. I washed a huge pile of dishes so that when he got home he wouldn't have to wash them and we could spend more time together. But he would arrive at the end of the day, and I had already done a lot and was tired and without energy. He arrived and saw me like that and said, "I feel like you don't like me anymore, we're disconnecting," and I tried to explain, but the next morning I was emotionally overwhelmed and had an anxiety attack and cried to him about it. He understood, I asked to distance ourselves a little, and he got very scared and cried, and I gave in.
The thing is, our resentments grew... him because he felt he never received enough, and me because I felt that everything I did wasn't enough. The dynamic became toxic. We broke up on November 2nd and maintained some contact for a while; we liked each other after all. But now, today, marking six months since the breakup, I'm suffering because he's doing everything I asked him to do during our relationship so that he could regain his autonomy, independence, and confidence. I'm immensely happy for him, but I wish I could be by his side on this journey. I wish we could meet again someday, but I know that won't happen either. I trigger him. And that's one of the things that hurts me the most. Yesterday or the day before, his best friend stopped following me on Instagram, and it's hurting like it hurt on November 2nd.