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This time, it wasn’t like before. I used to talk freely—saying whatever came to my mind and being completely myself. But after that goodbye, something changed. I didn’t want to take any risks. This relationship is too precious, and I can’t afford to lose it over a silly slip or a serious mistake.
When he came back, the first thing he said was, “So, you want me to prove I was cold-hearted to that girl?” In that moment, I felt a sharp sting—like my feelings had been reduced to an 'accusation'
From then on, I kept reminding myself: Be careful. Don’t disturb him. Stay within your limits.
It felt like walking on eggshells—every step measured, every word weighed, even a simple “hi” or “hello” spoken with caution.
Days went on like that… I would send him private messages, waiting, hoping—but my words just vanished into silence. Meanwhile, out in the open, he was alive, laughing, flirting, chatting. And me? waiting for a single reply that never came!
He celebrated every other woman—changing statuses, posting pictures, making them feel special on their birthdays. Every one of them… except 'me'
Whenever I asked for a little validation, he mocked me—calling me a “wicked mother-in-law” mistreating her “poor daughter-in-law.”
It wasn’t just words. It was a slow erosion. He made me feel invisible. Unwanted. Unworthy. Like I was nothing more than a doormat
One fine day, he just disappeared without informing me. In the first three months, it was never like that—he would message me even when he went for a walk. But this time, he vanished for over two months.
I grew curious and anxious, so I messaged him… but there was no response. Then, suddenly, after two months of silence, I saw him active on the wall. When I asked, he simply said he was “busy with something.”
Later, I found out he had been using another ID and was very much active there. That’s when I realised—he was ghosting me.
That day, it hit me: all along, it had been one-sided emotions and nothing more.
The constant highs and lows—dopamine and cortisol—had affected my mental and physical health. I felt addicted to something I didn’t even want anymore. It wasn’t love; it was just a 'Trauma bond'.
It affected me in ways I couldn’t share with anyone. I knew I had to do something about it.
So, I gathered my courage and confronted him directly: “Do you want to give any commitment and be consistent with me, or are you not interested in continuing? Please let me know.”
No answer.
No answer.
No answer.
And then, the silent treatment began.
Continued ....
This time, it wasn’t like before. I used to talk freely—saying whatever came to my mind and being completely myself. But after that goodbye, something changed. I didn’t want to take any risks. This relationship is too precious, and I can’t afford to lose it over a silly slip or a serious mistake.
When he came back, the first thing he said was, “So, you want me to prove I was cold-hearted to that girl?” In that moment, I felt a sharp sting—like my feelings had been reduced to an 'accusation'
From then on, I kept reminding myself: Be careful. Don’t disturb him. Stay within your limits.
It felt like walking on eggshells—every step measured, every word weighed, even a simple “hi” or “hello” spoken with caution.
Days went on like that… I would send him private messages, waiting, hoping—but my words just vanished into silence. Meanwhile, out in the open, he was alive, laughing, flirting, chatting. And me? waiting for a single reply that never came!
He celebrated every other woman—changing statuses, posting pictures, making them feel special on their birthdays. Every one of them… except 'me'
Whenever I asked for a little validation, he mocked me—calling me a “wicked mother-in-law” mistreating her “poor daughter-in-law.”
It wasn’t just words. It was a slow erosion. He made me feel invisible. Unwanted. Unworthy. Like I was nothing more than a doormat
One fine day, he just disappeared without informing me. In the first three months, it was never like that—he would message me even when he went for a walk. But this time, he vanished for over two months.
I grew curious and anxious, so I messaged him… but there was no response. Then, suddenly, after two months of silence, I saw him active on the wall. When I asked, he simply said he was “busy with something.”
Later, I found out he had been using another ID and was very much active there. That’s when I realised—he was ghosting me.
That day, it hit me: all along, it had been one-sided emotions and nothing more.
The constant highs and lows—dopamine and cortisol—had affected my mental and physical health. I felt addicted to something I didn’t even want anymore. It wasn’t love; it was just a 'Trauma bond'.
It affected me in ways I couldn’t share with anyone. I knew I had to do something about it.
So, I gathered my courage and confronted him directly: “Do you want to give any commitment and be consistent with me, or are you not interested in continuing? Please let me know.”
No answer.
No answer.
No answer.
And then, the silent treatment began.
Continued ....
