I don't have a break up story...but I am in love with three guys, and none of them know I exist.

Jason Momoa, David Tennant, and Matt Smith

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My relationship was worse than the breakup itself. The breakup was a godsend.

My worst breakup probably was when my first boyfriend broke up with me during lunch my freshman year of highschool. We had been dating for a couple months and he got mad that I wanted to sit with my friends instead of him so he broke up with me in front of everyone in the cafeteria, totally embarrassing me. And the worst part was that after lunch I had a class with him so I had to be around him during class :c

6 years later we are good friends thankfully! Just didn't work out as a couple but I'm glad he's my friend

I was dating this guy for three years (practically high school sweethearts) and started going over to his grandparents so we could have time alone. Grandparents and his family develop a big GRUDGE against me and try and talk him out've dating me. He started treating me like complete garbage and I end up breaking up with him because of the backlash of his family and him was making me stressed out. My "friends" that are also his friends end up attacking me on social media, calling me a bitch and all because I broke up with him. So I tried to make things right and talk to him again, big mistake. More verbal abuse continued and he basically made me out to be a bad person/ his family backing him up. So I came into a bad depression and ending up self harming myself a little when it started spiraling out of control when I would cry at work over little things like just dropping a cup. Took a couple weeks off of work to go to therapy and get medicated. Kind of rinsed and repeated with another guy, but didn't last as long as the rest. Took me forever to find myself and get over it but I'm still recovering from something that happened YEARS ago and I don't think I could ever love the same again.

My first boyfriend dumped me out of the blue after 6 months of dating. I was in high school, but I thought it was a serious relationship, so I took it pretty hard. I didn't eat for like a month, I developed really severe IBS problems, and I dropped about 20 pounds in 2 weeks. I then found out from some random person 2 months later that he was gay. He could have just told me that he was gay and didn't want to date me anymore! He knew I was bi too so I wouldn't have had a problem! But alas that was high school so I kind of just laugh at it now.

Okay...so, I was in a weird situation. I was dating two guys at once, they both knew and approved because they were best friends, one was mostly gay and one was mostly straight but they both had a crush on me and were awesome so it worked out just fine. My mom found out and was furious, and I was given the choice of either having a family or depending on my boyfriends since my mom technically owns my car and phone, and I just give her money for the bills. This was a few years ago and I didn't want to burden them financially and make them eventually hate me for being a bother, so I made the worst choice to dump them, even though the strangest thing had happened a couple of months before this happened. I had jokingly wondered aloud what I would do if my mom ever decided to disown me, and they both promised to help me no matter what. So what do I end up doing? Being a coward and the worst person ever, I chose my mother over them. They loved me unconditionally, serenaded me and took me to the movies and out to eat, introduced me to Rick and Morty and other awesome shows, helped me try to figure myself out, and my mom has forced me to go to college even though I don't want to, she disregards my feelings and emotions while I'm expected to sympathize with her when she's having a tough time or a bad day, and she's not so subtly hinted at disowning me if I even think about dropping out of college which is what I really want to do because I hate it. Every. Single. Freaking. Day. I wake up and hate myself even more for the choices that I made, because I know they would have helped me out no matter what. I still love them and miss them so much it hurts, and now I can't even talk to them as just friends. It was my first and last relationship after I graduated from high school. I'm the worst ever.

I dated this guy for 2 yrs. Suddenly, out of no where he starts saying our interests don't match up and we should try other hobbies. It still feels weird to think about. Anyways, after that a week or two he tells me he needs to move on with his life without dating me and we could still be friends. I turned into a bad person immediately after, texting him he never loved me and all that jazz. I still wonder why they left me because they gave me the whole its me not you speech and it...it didn't feel real, but I am glad its over n he ended it. Better to know now then for some years down the line find out he cheated because he wasn't happy. It also didn't help that there were signs that I love blindingly ignored..like a couple of times when he said well I don't know if we will be together in the future and the ....well do you want to break up? He just felt so robotic, like he didn't care and he was only using me for some reason..like to get his family off his back.. idk. One thing you have to do at ALL COSTS: IF YOU FEEL YOU NEED TO CUT CONTACT, DO IT! I didn't do that for months after we broke up and it made me in a bad place. Best to cut him dry and find a better partner.

I've only had one ex, but when I ended things with him he went on this emotional rampage lol. There are several reasons why I broke up with him and he was not happy with it of course. He also plays for a band, write lyrics, written about me in one of his songs and performed it live. Months after I have moved on, he would still be pestering me and calling me names just because he still thought he had a chance at being with me again even though I told him multiple times that it wouldnt happen. He would even make up rumours about me to make me look bad but I didnt care lol. Pretty recently he actually talked to me and apologized for being an ass. He still exaggerates his stories and lies a bit though, I was able to tell when some of this stuff he said was bs lmao.

My last ex is probably one of the worst in terms of people I've dated.

When we dated in high school, he would call other girls while he thought I was sleeping. He used to call me "the straight girl" to whoever it was he was talking to, even though he knew I was pansexual. Thinking back, he was probably cheating on her with me and didn't want her to think I was his girlfriend. He used to date girls online who lived a few hours away, so it would have been easy for him to cheat. I broke up with him when I found out how he was talking about me.

After high school when I gave him a second chance, he came out as trans (ftm) and I was fully supportive, even though he had berated me endlessly for not being a "gold star lesbian" the entire time we were together in high school. He would also get mad if I made jokes with my gay brother about what it's like dating guys...even though he's transgender and identifies as a guy? I don't know, his standards and conception of sexuality just confuse me. Basically, he's allowed to be who he wants to be, but I was expected to never express myself unless it flattered him.

He cheated on me for the first two years of our relationship and kept in contact with his exes behind my back. Years later, after putting me through that and my finding out, our relationship was pretty much dead. I started having feelings for a guy I met online. I wasn't looking for anyone or making myself available. I wasn't even flirting. I told my ex about my feelings because we still lived together and he immediately accused me of cheating on him. I told him we need to take a break and he immediately changed his tune to "Maybe you should talk to him."

When I tried to break up with him, he would threaten suicide and pushed me into his version of a polyamorous relationship, keeping me prisoner because I had nowhere to go and couldn't move in with my boyfriend because he lived across the country and we hadn't saved up enough yet. I can't explain everything because it would take too long, but yeah. It was either live on the street and use up all I had saved to survive or wait it out.

My boyfriend finally had enough and got the money together for my plane ticket. I packed my stuff and my mom took it to her place, and I moved across the country with two bags on a Delta flight in 2016 and haven't looked back.

Ok, so I don't post on Subeta's forums often, but this thread spoke to me.

I've had two major relationships, both of which started out great and ended really quickly.

The first one (they had a Subeta account but it got deactivated) broke up with me and then said it was my idea to a mutual friend, while in reality they thought I was getting too clingy/I liked someone else (which is a little contradictory). Vents about the other were made public on tumblr (I regret that) and started a feud between us both. The result? I ended up in the hospital at age 16 and my ex decided without proof that I sent them death threats, which convinced all but two of my friends that I was a terrible person. Not fun.

As my second ex goes, I'm like 99% sure he's was an extreme racist/sexist/etc dude (and still is). I had no idea because we never talked about anything other than our interests. He also attempted to pressure me into sexual acts.

I guess you could say I have trouble trusting certain types of people because of them? Hmm.

Edit: holy cow, this thread is old...)

First they wouldn't allow a break-up. Then tried to break in. Police involved. Turned into long-term stalking.

Mines just funny at this point. ? me and my friend were talking about having a stupid photo of my ex out on a cake for his birthday, I sent her a pic and was like ‘what about this one?’ Anyway like a month/two months after that he went crazy cos I’d sent her a picture of him so I was like ok I didn’t think you’d be mad about it, sorry. Anyway he proceeded to just ignore my messages for three days after (we were supposed to be going away for the weekend on the 15th Feb and this happened on the 13th). Eventually I logged into battle net and saw he was online so literally ignoring me for days and playing wow instead. ? So I messaged like ‘are we done then’ and just got ‘yes’ in return hahaha I was devastated but at this point it’s just so stupid that it’s funny

Mine still sounds awful. I was with my ex for 3 months. I flew out to meet him in person and spent over 1 month with him at his residence. I figured things were great because he was talking about visiting me and having me come back to visit him. Well...I landed back at the airport in my home, and texted him to tell him I landed...he calls me. I answer and he basically said that I was supposedly using him (I wasn't...I really loved him.) and that he was done with me. Then I find out a week later he went crawling back to his ex-girlfriend for the third time. (Karma got them both later on, they broke up again.)

First bf ever, broke up because he wasn't supposed to be dating and his sister was a jealous bitch who threatened to tell his parents and get him in trouble if I didn't break up with him. I told him, he wasn't happy, so he ratted his sister out for smoking weed at like 14 (maybe 15, can't remember) and tried to get back with me but was thankfully understanding that I said no.

Second said he loved me, bought a doubles ticket to the homecoming dance. Didn't show up, I almost didn't get into the dance because he had the ticket, and I found out the next Monday that he was cheating on me with a cheerleader and had been sleeping with her the night of the dance. And by 'found out' I mean I was at school before hand due to being dropped off early and found him with her pressed up against a locker and practically doing her right then and there. She slapped him and broke up with him when she found out, and we were friends for a few years after that.

At least 3 bfs said they understood when I said I'm ace and wouldn't be getting in my pants. One tried to be too handsy anyway and wouldn't stop when I told him no, another did some cool stuff with me and then said I 'owed' him getting in my pants to make up for it, and the third got up in my face when I told him he could come over to chill while my mom wasn't home and then she changed her plans last minute and was coming home a few days early. Like legit I called him and explained the situation and that he couldn't come over, and he decided to drive over anyway and show up on my doorstep and get angry about how I was avoiding him and shit. Relationship ended on the spot when I threatened to call the cops if he didn't gtfo the property.

Last bf came out here for a week just before Christmas, spent some quality time that was a bit miserable because I was sick so we couldn't sleep in the same bed and snuggle/cuddle w/e coz I didn't want to infect him and I was waking up every hour to blow my nose. He flew home on the 22nd, and on the 23rd (aka 2 days before Christmas) he broke up with me over discord and wanted to be 'just friends'. After that he constantly took my roommate's side in arguments before hearing mine despite saying he wanted to "hear all sides" before taking one, took the side of some jerk who was his friend but also sent me a coded "I hope you suicide" message, and eventually despite promising he'd keep being part of my Patreon and helping to support me he cut that support so I decided to throw him out completely.

People wonder why I'm single XD

I was dating a guy my first year in college. I really liked him, but apparently my mental illness was too much for him. I landed in the psych ward a few days before college year 2 was to start. He decided to dump me while I was in the hospital. I ended up dating someone I met in that hospital and it was the worst relationship I have ever been in. I was desperate because I felt so unloved. The breakup is what led to where I am today.

Fast forward a few years and things have improved dramatically. I have been married for 3 years and my hubby is much nicer than either of the guys in question.

Went into the Unknown, where the impossible drew breath. There were many mistakes, It coagulated. Chances then shutdown The End.

So this spans a two year long relationship (ending in 2012) with a man that I (female) will call M (male), and honestly, nothing added up for me until literally July of 2019 when I talked to a friend of mine.

I am a major introvert, but I managed to meet a guy online and start to build a relationship with him. He met my parents and I met his, and no red flags seemed to wave for any parties involved. Until later.

The first point of (hindsight) concern was that he was seeing a therapist on a monthly basis. He never detailed what for, and I never asked. At the time, I kind of shrugged it off. I figured there were hundreds, if not thousands of reasons why someone would need help from a professional, ranging from clinical depression to PTSD to any other number of things that people suffer from and may need a helping hand with to handle in a healthy manner. Having grown up poor, I imagined that if you can afford one to help you out, more power to you. When you're broke in the United States, the mental healthcare solution for anything and everything is basically to be told to "get over it."

Very helpful. /sarcasm

I met said therapist only once, and largely consisted of him asking whether we argued or had any times when we became upset with one another. I said that we had our occasional little conflicts of personality, but nothing that went past mild annoyance at one another.

When I came into the relationship, I had some insecurities left over from past relationships, which I listed for him in text. He claimed to not have read it, stating that he had ADD and that reading more than a few short sentences at a time was next to impossible for him, though he was supposedly on medication to help him with it.

However, over the course of our relationship, M slowly and methodically pushed every one of my buttons almost like he was checking off every point from my list.

1. I am claustrophobic about the face. Washing my hair was a nightmare for me for the first half of my life, because having water pour over my face in the shower caused an immediate feeling of suffocation. I couldn't swim, much less dunk underwater in a pool, until I was 16. While I finally learned how to swim, and to shower without feelings of panic, I am still very uncomfortable with being crowded.

M was very focused on crowding my Face Space, as it were. His kisses were aggressive, involving grabbing my face in both hands, holding my head immobile, and diving in like a hawk. When I inevitably stiffened or tried to pull away, he would tighten his grip and hold me in place until he was done.

I tried to tell him that he needed to be gentle, and slow, and to give me time to adjust to him being close. I didn't mind, and even welcomed the intimacy of a kiss, but that I needed some concessions to not make me feel trapped or helpless. I gave the example of a light touch with fingertips guiding me in and a gentle kiss, would be ideal. Holding me helpless and going in aggressively made it a very negative experience for me.

His response was that the way he did it was romantic and that women liked it when a man "took charge," and that I would eventually get used to the way he kissed.

2. He did not like, or in some cases, approve of, my hobbies.

One example was a website I went to where retail workers would share their tales of woe about entitled customers, bad coworkers, toxic managers, and the like. The community was very supportive, and a story shared would spark several empathy responses from people who had similar tales. We supported each other, vented our frustrations, and handled our experiences with equal measures of frustration, humor, and eye rolling.

M spent the good part of two hours waxing on about what a negative and toxic site it was, and how (for my own mental health) I needed stop visiting that site and stop sharing my stories. That the majority of customers were good people or just trying to buy stuff, and talking about the occasional bad customer, or the low percentage of customers I had who were bad, was just dwelling and I should just "not complain so much" over such incidents. He even went so far as to say that the website should be taken off the internet entirely and not be offered to people, so that the ‘community of negativity that festered in retail workers’ would just go away.

This was our first real argument, and I laid into him, telling him that this was how we let off frustrations. I understood that he may not like the website, and I would not force him to like it. But I also would not allow him to attack what I loved. I told him that his attacks weren't just on my passion, but also on me. And if he kept on, I would have no reason to trust him with the things I loved.

(This was one of the bigger instances, but he did try to subtly poison a few other things I enjoyed. He eventually backed off when I flat out told him that his behavior felt abusive, for how hard he was pushing me to give up on something that I liked, and how hard he was trying to poison my enjoyment of it.)

2a) M learned at this point that if I wasn't going to agree on something, the harder he pressured me, the harder I would dig in... mostly because if I said No to a thing, I would VERY much resist being pressured into it. No means No. Means No. Means No. End of. It was here that he learned that he could use this against me.

3. One of my past relationships ended when an ex-boyfriend became fixated on WoW to the point where he completely ignored me for hours. This was on the list, which M claimed to have never read. Yet, he was weirdly insistent on starting up a PC game and leaving the main title screen up on his monitor. I pointed out that it bothered me that one of the first things he did when I came to visit his apartment, was to immediately walk straight from the door to the computer, only to start up a game and leave it running. He claimed not to understand what the problem was. When I told him my reasons, he brushed it off.

4. So, introvert me. M started introducing me to some of his friends. I was introduced to C (f), online that M was friends with. C was diagnosed with Disorders A and B. At the time, I was not knowledgeable at all about any of it, but talking to her and having an open mind allowed me to learn a lot. (I find that reading dry clinical lists in a textbook format is a lot harder for me to absorb than talking WITH the person and reading firsthand accounts from a human perspective. A throwback to the website I loved; adding a human element of actual experiences from the source taught me a lot!) So I became her friend. I listened to her, talked with her, and tried to help her when she was having a rough time. My mind is pretty logical, so she was able to come to me for cutting to the heart of a matter and seeing past the emotional clouds. Then comes the introduction to T (m).

If you want to pull out brads and colored string, the relationships were basically:

Me (f) in a relationship with M (m) we are friends with C (f) who is in a relationship with T (m)

5. C is having it rough during this time. It was (much) later discovered that she was misdiagnosed: she was originally diagnosed with A and B, but was (much) later told that she actually has C and D. Now imagine the nightmare of being medicated for the absolute wrong thing and the cure all for the medicine failing to help was to just to increase the freaking dose or grab a random bottle of pills off the Disorders A and B shelf and chuck those at her to see if they stick. Because NO WAY could a medical expert be wrong, and there's NO REASON to get a second opinion. Just chuck pills at C and play with dosage until she's so medicated that she thinks the cabbages are singing and call it "handled."

So this utter nonsense culminates in a day where M calls me up because C has cracked, and she's feeling suicidal. So I hop onto chat and talk with her until she feels stable again. (I am in no way an expert or trained, I just tried to be a good friend and talked to her when she was overwhelmed.)

M and I start talking afterward and M lets slip that T heard about C being suicidal. M said that T commented, and I quote: "So fucking what? I don't care."

At that point, I felt it was unforgivable. I didn't know T that well, only that he was in a relationship with C. M then used my "dig in response" and kept trying to claim that what T said was totally forgivable, as C and T had a lot of history and there were a lot of good things in their relationship too. I pointed out that I knew nothing about the "good times" of before, only that T turned his back on C when she was most vulnerable, and said something that was calculated to drive C over the edge if she heard about it. So I was furious with T. Her mental state was at a point where I couldn't, in good conscience, tell C what T had supposedly said. Looking back now, M had been banking on this. In this, he successfully poisoned me toward T.

We all played an online Cards Against Humanity a few times, and I was cordial to T, but yeah, that was always in the back of my mind. I think M was playing puppet master, and played us against each other.

6. The relationship ended when M asked me to teach him a recipe that he had fallen in love with. I agreed and we both went into the kitchen to make it. I made a salad, and started walking M through the process step by step. I was in the middle of chopping vegetables, and the oil was heating to fry the chicken. RIGHT before be was supposed to put it in, I turned around and saw that he had literally walked away from me, sat at his desk, and started a conversation with C. (He had had no notifications, dings or other little suggestions that C was in need of conversation at this time. He had no reason to check his computer OR start a conversation.

Without even looking at me, M said, "Hey, if you want the salad and chicken to be done at the same time, you should get started on cooking the chicken."

Like I had somehow promised to do all the work myself while he paid attention to C.

Me: "Excuse me?! I'm not going to be making dinner alone, and it was YOUR idea to learn how to make this recipe. You need to get off the computer and finish helping me. You know full well that it's not right or fair to make me do this all by myself."

He got very sulky and finished making dinner in silence.

I talked with C separately, and asked her to at least give me the weekend time with him, without any interruptions... I said that I didn't want to be jealous of his friendship, but I could only visit M on the weekends, and would like at least two days a week to just spend time with M. C readily agreed. Two days after THAT, M broke up with me.

We were two years into the relationship at this point. The following is paraphrased, because I don't remember the exact conversation, and it's been years since it happened.

Me, still pretty upset with him: "So you're breaking up with me because...?"

M: "I've just felt that we just weren't right for one another for a little while now."

Me: "So you literally couldn't talk with me about how you felt. And instead of talking with me or communicating that you didn't feel like we clicked anymore, you decided to... what? Leave me holding the bag for dinner and just talk to somebody else? And when I won't let you sit on your butt and talk to another woman while I make dinner, your response is break up with me? Is this the plan you had for breaking it off?"

M: "No! Although you were really insensitive to get mad at me when C needed someone to talk to."

Me: "How did you know that C needed to talk? You had NO reason to go over to the computer and start talking in the first place. You were literally in the middle of learning how to make dinner from me. I called you out on it. And I feel like that's the real reason you're breaking up with me, honestly."

M: "Well, regardless of what you think, that's not how it was."

M hasn't spoken to me at all, period since we broke up, despite him putting high pressure on me that we “stay friends" even after I told him that it has never worked for me with past boyfriends, that they all go on with their lives, and never talk to me again. He kept insisting, only to then move on with his life and me just removing him like I had originally wanted to, but feeling disgusted and cynical, because he had played me for just that little bit longer.

Looking back, I'm pretty sure this whole thing was mental abuse.

It came out much, much, much later, that M had been talking to C and T for months, complaining about what a "bossy little witch" I always was to him, and trying to poison them against ME, just as he poisoned me against T. C and T kept trying to get M to work it out with me and talk with me.

M is now married to another woman, and reports from C is that she's manipulative and controlling. She apparently suckered M in with claims that she was being abused, and M went white knight, got her away from her "abusive husband" and ultimately married her. And now he's getting the full brunt of her own behavior.

Am I wrong for feeling no sympathy? I know it’s wrong to be pleased that someone is in an abusive relationship, but I also honestly feel satisfaction that he's getting the brunt of what he dished out for those two years.

Honestly my friend breakups have always been a million times worse/more painful/more dramatic than any relationship breakup I've had. I calmly ended things with my last gf and we went our separate ways, it was very low drama and we both knew it was for the best. Meanwhile I have more ex-best/close friends that ended catastrophically than I can count on my own two hands.

So I recently-ish had another one, but a friend breakup this time.

My last long-term friend, J, was great. We actually met here on Subeta a long, long time ago and became internet buddies for about a decade or so. We helped one another through a lot of tough shit; I grew up in an abusive home, got kicked out of my mom's and moved in with my grandma only to get kicked out of there two years later and be on the verge of homelessness. J is a transgender man, and before his transition married a man named M when J was barely out of high school. M went into the military and got stationed overseas, so J spent most of that decade outside the US and away from his family.

During that time it became apparent that M was abusive as all hell. He often made demands of J that could not be met because of various mental issues on J's part, and at one point J sent me several recordings of M yelling at him and threatening physical violence against him. J even told me to keep hold of those recordings, and if I didn't hear from him in a few days turn it over to the police because he literally feared for his life. When J came out as trans M was not at all supportive, saying he wasn't gay and would not be married to a man. M used J's deadname and constantly misgendered him, something that J complained at me about quite a bit. In late 2016 M was going to get assigned to South Korea where military family isn't allowed, so J was going to have to come back to the United States. This coincided with me getting kicked out of my grandmothers place, so we made an agreement to move in together. I had to pull a lot of strings to get my abusive mother to pay for the move but in the end that went off fine and J and I became roommates.

I was then informed of further proof of M's abuse, the particular incident being that J and M had owned a pitbull together for several years. The dog was old and had some medical issues, and would not be able to come to the states because J was moving back close to his parents and pitties are a banned breed in the area. Both also knew this dog would probably not survive the trip overseas all things considered, so they decided to have her put down. J was diagnosed with PTSD over the incident, and when he told this to M he was dismissed, told it wasn't that bad, and told to 'get over it'.

Living together wasn't perfect, but it was working. J and I co-owned several new animals including a husky, 2 cats and half a dozen reptiles. I'm disabled and have trouble finding traditional work, but I found a job and was working as best I could but it wasn't much of an issue because while J worked retail that left me home to look after all the animals including the husky who was diagnosed with a seizure disorder and needed meds at a regular interval that could not be provided with J's irregular schedule.

Then in November of last year J found out that M was not going to be coming back to the US but would be stationed in Germany as he was having health problems. The military was paying a stipend to help J out for living separated from his husband, but that would stop if J decided not to go to Germany. Things would be tight without that, we probably would have had to find a cheaper place to live and move again, but J wasn't willing to entertain the idea. While I was asleep he heard the news and then made all the arrangements, and informed me when I woke up that come January 5th (now 9 days ago) I would have to find somewhere else to live because he was going to Germany to move back in with his abusive husband to 'take care of him'. I'm lucky in that I have other friends who were willing to take me in, and J did at least agree that he owed me bare minimum of making sure I made it to those friends safely with all my things. J was not willing to at all even so much as consider any way that we could remain living together, and that I would not have to leave behind the animals I had come to love over the years, and gave me bullshit answers about how he could no longer support me (despite that being part of our original agreement) and if I ended up on the streets and back at square 1 (my job relies on me having access to my desktop and the internet and without it I'm back to no job and no money) that was not his problem and I would have to find my own way.

After I moved out we spoke briefly, but we have not said a word to each other since. He even tried to make me feel guilty by saying "So once you leave are we still friends or do you want me to just disappear?" at one point while I was packing my things, because in the last weeks I was living with him I made a point of barely talking to him and giving him the cold shoulder to make it known that I was very upset with him over essentially kicking me out. Before he knew I might have a place to live he was willing to simply toss me on the streets and leave me homeless, and I was justifiably mad about that.

Honestly, I miss the animals more than I miss him. I'm not capable of having any kind of pet where I'm living right now, and probably won't have a pet for several years if ever at all again simply because I won't be able to afford it or live in a place that allows pets. We parted on pretty bad terms, and I do honestly hope that M hasn't changed and J moving back in with him resumes the abuse J was suffering before and makes him realize what a bad idea that was like everyone in his life has been telling him for literal years.

We met at a summer camp in high school and kept in touch. He visited me and we facetimed a lot. We obviously had a very special connection but distance meant dating was impossible. We ended up re-connecting senior year of college and hit it off instantly. We began dating and it continued to be long distance, and the distance grew even more when they moved out West to their Army base.

After about eight months of dating, out the blue, he stopped texting me. Was suddenly not active on FB or any other social media. Radio silence for two and a half months, their sister was telling me that he was on a "mission" (he did go overseas for ~5 weeks and apparently left his phone behind). She was very sweet and seemed understanding but over 2.5 months go by and still nothing. His best friends that I knew/met were honest with me and one of them told me something bad happened and that he had shut down emotionally and couldn't talk.

I ended up calling him from a fake phone number with the same area code of the town he was in and he answered, so I ripped him a new one. He told me some BS about how he had shut down emotionally bc something bad happened, was too embarrassed to reach back out to me when he got back to America. I had figured out a lot on my own about his whereabouts and I knew some of what he was saying was lies. It was very impersonal and it was so crazy because we went from talking every single day to that.