The way they treated me. He was horrible. Verbally and mentally abusive, and an all out mamas boy. Every time I wanted to do something just us, his mom’s opinion would sway if we did or not. He’d block my number while I was at work and deadbolt the door knowing he was the only one with a key because I broke mine in the door and couldn’t afford to fix it being the only one working. Then he’d yell at me because I’d text him through Xbox chat since that was the only way to get ahold of him, so he blocked me there too.
He was the first relationship where even if he was avoidant, it was calm, quiet and had happy moments. It allowed me to love someone unconditionally and to learn so much without being in “survival” mode. The discard itself was horrendous and dismissive on his end but… I still find myself grateful for the 9/10 months we had. For that, I will always wish him well and hold love for who he is.
The way he was so excited to teach me something. Never condescending or impatient.
He was genuinely good at simplifying complex topics, or making something mudane sound interesting.
We didn’t work out due to a move, and in retrospect, we wouldn’t have worked out for other reasons (complete commitment-phobe), but we still talk on occasion.
The stalking for over a year post-breaking up with him will always stick with me. 😅 He was a red flag for a myriad of reasons, but that sure took the cake.
The man could write and had such a quick wit. Could text all day everyday and never get bored talking to him. Also, only guy I’ve ever felt a true connection with. Still feel it too😔
The way they moved on so fast. They dated someone else three weeks after we broke up (due to them telling me they wanted to focus on their mental health). I loved them so much. I would’ve moved to their city just to be close to them and offer support.
He was an amazing guitar player and songwriter. Sadly, he died before YouTube or the internet became a huge thing, so I don’t know of any recordings of him. I would love to hear the Groundhog Day song one more time.
What makes that one ex so hard to forget for me is how deeply we connected on a level I hadn’t really experienced before. They just got me in a way that felt rare—like I could be completely myself without putting up any walls. We shared a lot of moments that felt genuinely special, whether it was laughing until it hurt or having those late-night talks that made me rethink everything.
Even though things didn’t work out, there’s always that little “what if” hanging around in my mind. I think it’s a mix of the good memories, the lessons I learned, and the way they made me feel seen that keeps them from fading away completely.
My ex died when we were 21, every now and then am reminded of him. I never had chance to grieve properly so it affected me beyond words.
The relationship wasn’t perfect he was a “jack the lad’ in some ways, but we were so young and I took things far too seriously. on a whole he was just one of a kind and so charismatic. At that point I’d never met anyone before where I’d felt an intense spark straight away, he took such an interest in me and we bounced off each other, same religious beliefs and in to conspiracies, all sorts.
I had never been instantly drawn to someone like this before in my whole life and then suddenly, any message or seeing his name id feel something. We would stay up FaceTime until it got light out, then I started staying at his uni accom, we properly opened up to each other about things we’d tell no one else and lie in the dark talk for hours, never been that intimate with anyone before, I was totally infatuated with him.
He started experimenting with drugs and the wrong crowds and all that. Girls at uni, it was a whole thing. Deal breaker for me, and I felt he was messing me about, I didn’t have trust, and I let him go, with resistance because I did love him. He understood and in one of our last few interactions he said that he wished he could be what I needed at that time and he’s sorry he hurt me.
Not even two weeks later, I got the call that he’d been found dead, in his uni flat, his mum told me it was an overdose, I still don’t really know what happened. Then life just carried on like nothing.
Fast forward to now, I finally met someone that I felt that instant connection with, I never thought I would experience something like that ever again. I now have two kids, with an amazing partner – I could not wish for a better relationship with him, he is hopefully going to be by my side for the rest of our lives, he’s my biggest supporter and I’m his, were brilliant parents together, and we’re such a happy couple.
Though It does still choke me up real bad to remember,the way that we were. It’s a sinking sort of sadness to look back at and wonder. But I deserved to be happy and find real love, I spent a lot of my years blocking his death out with binge drinking and going out to parties, trying to fill a void, just to end up coming home and crying and crying myself to sleep over him. I don’t really have any friends or family that I can talk to about him ever so this was a nice outlet, hope he knows I still think of him sometimes.
The lightning strike sexual connection. The first time we met we literally locked eyes across a crowded room and I thought I’m gonna fuck this guy and it’s gonna be amazing. Never felt that before or since, it was like a romance novel. Like electricity every time we touched. Unfortunately turned out that we didn’t work as a couple for many reasons but damn I will never forget that zing
He was affectionate. I had never had affection in my life and didn’t have it again until my daughter. It was nice while it lasted and I’m thankful to have that memory and experience.
His grandmother’s cheesecake recipe. I really should have written it down before we broke up. Still think about reaching out sometimes to get it, but I still cringe remembering I dated him so…
He’s so smart. And we’ve known each other for so long; we are familiar with each other’s baggage. Plus, he’s so close to being the ideal physical type I go for.
He is also emotionally unavailable. So. That’s a big draw for me, apparently.
That was the most beautiful thing that has come out of anyones mouth to me and has lived rent free in my brain for years.
It described perfectly to me what a kind and thoughtful human he was. Sadly we grew apart after being highschool sweethearts for 6 years, but he continues to be the prettiest face I’ve laid my eyes upon and I’ll never wish ill or harm on him.
We just had a very lovely, quiet, comfortable life together. He was my best friend and I loved doing everything with him. I loved like, running to Home Depot to pick up caulk with him. I liked sitting around on the couch together but doing our own thing. That’s what I miss. Just the warmth of a really compatible companionship where you’ve made life better together than separately.
Currently hard to forget about this one French ex who did me wrong. Met him on tinder, spoke, was attracted, he was kind of a dog, and only piped up when asking about money. Hes blocked me on everything. I am/was very attracted. :/
She challenged me to be better without making me feel like I wasn’t good enough. That’s a rare thing. Most people either accept all your flaws or constantly point them out but she somehow made me want to grow just by being herself.
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The way they treated me. He was horrible. Verbally and mentally abusive, and an all out mamas boy. Every time I wanted to do something just us, his mom’s opinion would sway if we did or not. He’d block my number while I was at work and deadbolt the door knowing he was the only one with a key because I broke mine in the door and couldn’t afford to fix it being the only one working. Then he’d yell at me because I’d text him through Xbox chat since that was the only way to get ahold of him, so he blocked me there too.
The abuse
He was so stupid that he didn’t know or realize that he was being abusive.
The good friendship we had before we dated
He keeps showing up in my dreams.
His kindness. Even in the end, when he said goodbye, he was kind.
The way they ghosted me, I fear
He was the first relationship where even if he was avoidant, it was calm, quiet and had happy moments. It allowed me to love someone unconditionally and to learn so much without being in “survival” mode. The discard itself was horrendous and dismissive on his end but… I still find myself grateful for the 9/10 months we had. For that, I will always wish him well and hold love for who he is.
The gaslighting. I still to this day hope it to have been real
The lasting mental trauma from his abuse. I have been in therapy for years and there is no fixing me completely, unfortunately..
The way he was so excited to teach me something. Never condescending or impatient.
He was genuinely good at simplifying complex topics, or making something mudane sound interesting.
We didn’t work out due to a move, and in retrospect, we wouldn’t have worked out for other reasons (complete commitment-phobe), but we still talk on occasion.
The sex. When I think of past relationships it is oddly always the sex I miss and not much else.
The stalking for over a year post-breaking up with him will always stick with me. 😅 He was a red flag for a myriad of reasons, but that sure took the cake.
The man could write and had such a quick wit. Could text all day everyday and never get bored talking to him. Also, only guy I’ve ever felt a true connection with. Still feel it too😔
The way they moved on so fast. They dated someone else three weeks after we broke up (due to them telling me they wanted to focus on their mental health). I loved them so much. I would’ve moved to their city just to be close to them and offer support.
The way he literally lied about his whole personality until we lived together
The intensity. In everything. Most experiences in life are so midocre but having experienced something so intense disorients you forever.
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He knew how to make me smile and break me at the same time.
The sex was incredible.
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He left me for my best friend
The love I have for him will never go, it might ease a bit but will never fade. I know that he’s not a person I’d ever want to forget too
He was an amazing guitar player and songwriter. Sadly, he died before YouTube or the internet became a huge thing, so I don’t know of any recordings of him. I would love to hear the Groundhog Day song one more time.
What makes that one ex so hard to forget for me is how deeply we connected on a level I hadn’t really experienced before. They just got me in a way that felt rare—like I could be completely myself without putting up any walls. We shared a lot of moments that felt genuinely special, whether it was laughing until it hurt or having those late-night talks that made me rethink everything.
Even though things didn’t work out, there’s always that little “what if” hanging around in my mind. I think it’s a mix of the good memories, the lessons I learned, and the way they made me feel seen that keeps them from fading away completely.
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The trauma. Still dealing with the baggage in therapy.
My ex died when we were 21, every now and then am reminded of him. I never had chance to grieve properly so it affected me beyond words.
The relationship wasn’t perfect he was a “jack the lad’ in some ways, but we were so young and I took things far too seriously. on a whole he was just one of a kind and so charismatic. At that point I’d never met anyone before where I’d felt an intense spark straight away, he took such an interest in me and we bounced off each other, same religious beliefs and in to conspiracies, all sorts.
I had never been instantly drawn to someone like this before in my whole life and then suddenly, any message or seeing his name id feel something. We would stay up FaceTime until it got light out, then I started staying at his uni accom, we properly opened up to each other about things we’d tell no one else and lie in the dark talk for hours, never been that intimate with anyone before, I was totally infatuated with him.
He started experimenting with drugs and the wrong crowds and all that. Girls at uni, it was a whole thing. Deal breaker for me, and I felt he was messing me about, I didn’t have trust, and I let him go, with resistance because I did love him. He understood and in one of our last few interactions he said that he wished he could be what I needed at that time and he’s sorry he hurt me.
Not even two weeks later, I got the call that he’d been found dead, in his uni flat, his mum told me it was an overdose, I still don’t really know what happened. Then life just carried on like nothing.
Fast forward to now, I finally met someone that I felt that instant connection with, I never thought I would experience something like that ever again. I now have two kids, with an amazing partner – I could not wish for a better relationship with him, he is hopefully going to be by my side for the rest of our lives, he’s my biggest supporter and I’m his, were brilliant parents together, and we’re such a happy couple.
Though It does still choke me up real bad to remember,the way that we were. It’s a sinking sort of sadness to look back at and wonder. But I deserved to be happy and find real love, I spent a lot of my years blocking his death out with binge drinking and going out to parties, trying to fill a void, just to end up coming home and crying and crying myself to sleep over him. I don’t really have any friends or family that I can talk to about him ever so this was a nice outlet, hope he knows I still think of him sometimes.
The fact my whole life would’ve went in a completely different direction if he had showed up to the courthouse the day we planned to elope.
That was 10 years ago and I still think about his lying ways and how that was the one time it was to my benefit for once.
His emotional intelligence, it was so so refreshing. First time I’d ever met a man who could be so vulnerable yet understanding.
Freaking imagined potential. So I did it to myself with my brain 🙄
He shares DNA with my child 🫣😂
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How drugs turned him from the sweetest guy into an utter ass. And there wasn’t anything anyone could do to help him either, he refused anything.
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The lightning strike sexual connection. The first time we met we literally locked eyes across a crowded room and I thought I’m gonna fuck this guy and it’s gonna be amazing. Never felt that before or since, it was like a romance novel. Like electricity every time we touched. Unfortunately turned out that we didn’t work as a couple for many reasons but damn I will never forget that zing
Our sex.
apparently he’s a high magician. A skilled one who just wanted my emotion/energy but seemed to put it to use in a powerful way.
He was affectionate. I had never had affection in my life and didn’t have it again until my daughter. It was nice while it lasted and I’m thankful to have that memory and experience.
I don’t like who he probably remembers me as… I’ve grown a lot since then. We were both just immature kids
Bad brain as in… you only think of the good, you miss a version of them that either doesn’t exist or only exists in your memories.
It’s an escape from reality. Like a toxic daydream of “if only”.
First love 😭😭
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the fact that he was the first guy to see my entire body
The book(?) We wanted to wrote together
I still desire to add more lore tbh
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The aura and chemistry. Yet to find that with anyone else.
His grandmother’s cheesecake recipe. I really should have written it down before we broke up. Still think about reaching out sometimes to get it, but I still cringe remembering I dated him so…
He’s so smart. And we’ve known each other for so long; we are familiar with each other’s baggage. Plus, he’s so close to being the ideal physical type I go for.
He is also emotionally unavailable. So. That’s a big draw for me, apparently.
He won’t stop fucking messaging me.
The way he was interested in me. Looked at me
The sex, his smell, his quirkiness
He was there comforting me when my dad had died.
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One sentence he said when discussing beliefs.
”I think god is another word for hope”.
That was the most beautiful thing that has come out of anyones mouth to me and has lived rent free in my brain for years.
It described perfectly to me what a kind and thoughtful human he was. Sadly we grew apart after being highschool sweethearts for 6 years, but he continues to be the prettiest face I’ve laid my eyes upon and I’ll never wish ill or harm on him.
We just had a very lovely, quiet, comfortable life together. He was my best friend and I loved doing everything with him. I loved like, running to Home Depot to pick up caulk with him. I liked sitting around on the couch together but doing our own thing. That’s what I miss. Just the warmth of a really compatible companionship where you’ve made life better together than separately.
Eventually I forget about them all. From time to time a memory surfaces but not for long. It’s all in the past. No hard feelings. Only sentiment.
that toxicity is not worth your time
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He peed in the sink
Currently hard to forget about this one French ex who did me wrong. Met him on tinder, spoke, was attracted, he was kind of a dog, and only piped up when asking about money. Hes blocked me on everything. I am/was very attracted. :/
Also never met him in person but whatever.
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Uhhhh the pedophelia
They broke up with me right when I thought everything was perfect. Never got closure never really understood what went wrong.
She challenged me to be better without making me feel like I wasn’t good enough. That’s a rare thing. Most people either accept all your flaws or constantly point them out but she somehow made me want to grow just by being herself.