This may sound harsh, but it’s best to just accept the truth.
I’m going to tell you something that might be hard to hear and even harder to accept. This is not your conventional break-up advice. I’m not going to tell you how to get your ex back.
Instead, I’m going to tell you that you shouldn’t bother wasting your time and energy on trying to get him back.
Because the truth is, if he let you go, he simply did not love you.
We need to stop confusing love with passion. We think that having a kind of “animal magnetism” with someone equates to love, maybe even to being soulmates.
As women, we are pre-dispositioned to connect those behaviors with love rather than lust. Lust is for one-night stands, not for the boyfriend who can’t stand to be away from you for more than a day and who can’t keep his hands off of you when he sees you, right?
I fell wickedly, insanely, and irrevocably head-over-heels in love with my ex-boyfriend (we’ll call him… Dick).
When Dick broke up with me, I broke down. I became the crazy ex-girlfriend that I always thought I was incapable of being.
That is not who I am. I am the strong, independent type. Yet, there I was, acting like a foolish girl, hanging on his every text and making myself available in every possible way. Doing things for him when no one else would and still allowing him to treat me like complete and utter garbage.
I tried my damnedest to move on. Then either he would contact me or I’d contact him and we’d go through a spurt of a few weeks where we’d get along great. Then there would be an epic blowout where he would inevitably bring up old drama and we’d stop talking for a few weeks. Rinse, lather, repeat.
This continued for longer than I care to admit, until one day he just disappeared after claiming to forgive me and understand why I did some of the idiotic things I did post-breakup.
We were talking regularly again, and he just disappeared without a word.
Turns out he even moved, apparently. When I finally did reach out, he stopped responding to my texts at all.
Looking back, I’m grateful for the last bit. That is when I realized my mistake. Dick was never in love with me. Sure, he told me he was and maybe he even believed that himself, but you don’t just bail on someone you really love. You stick around and try to work your problems out. You don’t put someone you love in a position to become the crazy, obsessive ex-girlfriend. If he ever really felt any type of love for me, he wouldn’t have put me through that. We would have worked things out like mature adults.
The reason he gave for breaking up with me was lame as hell and I’m not going to get into all of it.
The point is, Dick left because he didn’t love me.
Had he just admitted that I would have given up trying to get him back a long time before I did and we could have avoided all the unnecessary drama and dragging of each other through the mud. That’s all I really needed to know.
As long as I thought that he had feelings of love for me, I thought that things could be fixed. Maybe if I just tried harder, things could go back to the way they were. We could be happy.
Once I knew that he didn’t love me, I no longer wanted to be with him.
This is what you need to understand.
That ex-boyfriend who broke things off with you isn’t just “going through some stuff right now.” He didn’t love you.
Repeat after me: He didn’t love me.
Let that be your mantra.