Love can be complicated and love can be messy. While we all want to find our “happily ever afters,” it’s true that sometimes in love, nothing lasts forever. The moment you realise that you no longer love the person you are with can be hard, but, when you feel it – it’s something you can’t deny.
Abusive. He used to get upset about little things and say “maybe I would be better off alone” One day he said it and I didn’t feel the need to convince him otherwise.
She had a very hard time keeping other guy’s penises out of her.
When everything involving her became a “have” instead of a “want”. Like I used to WANT to make room in my schedule for her, hang out with her, text her back, etc. Eventually it just felt like a requirement to do all of those things since we were in a relationship
My mother was in the hospital, in a coma, the next day we were going to pull the plug on life support. My best friend from work, who my mother had taken under her wing and who was very close to her, came to say her goodbyes with me at the hospital because I wasn’t brave enough to do it alone. We stood there holding each other hands with one hand and my mother’s with the other weeping. Then we went back to my apartment, put my 1 1/2 year old son to bed and ordered my husband a pizza for dinner because I couldn’t bring myself to cook. And we sat out back and we smoked and cried and hugged. When my then husband came home he was cold and curt with my friend until she left and when we got back inside, me still a sniffling ball of mourning he proceeded to yell at me a berate me for not having her gone before he got home because “you know she doesn’t like me why would I want her in my house” he yelled so loud and so long my son woke up. Then when I got the baby back to sleep and I was laying in bed crying he came in and said “do you want me to go down on you, I know it helps you sleep” That was the moment I realized I didn’t love him anymore, and that he didn’t love me either. It took about a year and a half for us to finally split for good, but our marriage had been garbage for its duration. Been two years since the break up and I’ve never once thought I made the wrong choice.
I either didn’t want to be intimate with them, or felt like it was a chore.
Suddenly I didn’t miss them anymore. Suddenly, I didn’t care. I wanted to be with other people, I started getting anxious at the thought that I was living with a person I wasn’t crazy about. The plans of having a life together gave me chills and disgust. I wasn’t happy anymore and I was disgusted by them. Fun times.
When she started finding fault in everything I did no matter how insignificant it was.
I thought about him and I felt nothing. No happiness, no hurt, no anger, no nostalgia, no butterflies, no anxiety. Just… nothing. I realized in that moment that if he showed up in front of me, I’d turn around and walk away all over again.
I was able to look past his faults for most the relationship cause I knew I had my own. Then came a moment where I could not forgive him and knew I no longer loved him. He got angry at me because the dealership I worked at had to adjust his seat when his car was in for a recall. He couldn’t get it back to where he liked it and screamed at me about how it was my fault. The irony of it was he is also a technician and would bitch about customers that act the way he was acting. It took me a week to end things from that night but that night was my wake up call. He was my longest relationship (2 years) and first guy I lived with yet it was the easiest one to leave. I have yet to cry and it’s been 2 months now. I think the falling out of love was gradual I didn’t notice it at first, until that night.
Less “falling out of love” and more “realizing I was never in love in the first place”, but basically a phone conversation where all my expressions of affection were spoken purely because I didn’t want to hurt my boyfriend’s feelings, not because I actually felt them.