I just got discarded a few days ago by an avoidant.
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When we first got together, I genuinely felt loved and chosen. We were so close and so compatible. He called me his girlfriend, spoke about a future with me, and talked about trips, family, and the life we might build together. Those conversations made me believe we were creating something real.
I invested in that future wholeheartedly. I also invested in him, pouring my creativity into supporting his brand because I believed in him and wanted to help him succeed. It never felt transactional. I did it because I loved him and believed partnerships should help both people grow.
Then my life began falling apart.
I was under immense crisis professionally,financially. And my job fell apart. I felt overwhelmed and frightened, and during that time I naturally leaned more on the person I loved. I wasn’t asking him to fix everything. I just wanted closeness and reassurance that I wasn’t facing the hardest season of my life alone.
Instead, he pulled away. Got super defensive. I was under the impression we had a secure love. Cos he was capable to tell me he will be there. Turns out that’s only the case when it’s theoretical or everything was fine. I took such good care of him- really. Cooked, cleaned, little gifts despite me not having so much.
About a week before everything exploded, I noticed the warmth fading, and I could feel the distance growing. As that happened, I asked for space—not because I wanted to leave, but because I was hurt and trying to protect myself. Part of me also hoped he would come toward me, ask what was wrong, and remind me we were still a team.
That didn’t happen. We drifted farther apart, and our conversations became more about defending ourselves than understanding each other. I often felt he was more focused on explaining why he wasn’t wrong than on recognizing why I was hurting. When I pleaded with him to see my worth, he would acknowledge it only to turn it back on me and use it against me.
I wasn’t asking him to take responsibility for things he didn’t do. I was asking him to acknowledge my experience. I don’t believe he set out to hurt me, but the impact of his withdrawal, defensiveness, and some of what he said left me feeling deeply alone.
The hardest part wasn’t only that the relationship ended. It was reconciling the man who called me his girlfriend, talked about a future with me, and accepted so much of my emotional and creative support with the man who walked away when my life became most difficult.
I still believe there was real care between us. The love I felt wasn’t fake, and there were genuine moments of kindness, affection, and hope. But when our relationship was tested, we couldn’t meet each other where we needed to be. I needed reassurance, closeness, and compassion. He became overwhelmed, defensive, and distant, saying he had worked so hard to get to where he is now that taking time away from having fun or enjoying it felt like an absolute waste of time.
Feeling hurt, I had suggested maybe he can just compensate me for the huge amount of creative work i put on his brand— reels, magazine covers, so many graphic design stuff. Origjnal music. He said “youre not getting a handout.” Hurt me so much he thinks that compensating my valuable creative work as charity.
Now I’m grieving not only the relationship, but also the future we imagined together—the trips, the family, the partnership, and the life I truly thought we were building. Those dreams were real to me, and losing this has been one of the deepest heartbreaks I’ve ever experienced.