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🌟 What Was The Moment You Realised and Finally Accepted That They Will Never Feel The Same Way For You 🌟
Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you had to make the tough decision to walk away from someone you loved because you knew deep down that they would never feel the same way for you? It’s a heartbreaking realization, but it’s also a necessary step in the journey of self-love and moving on. In this article, we’ll explore the moments that lead to this realization and acceptance, and how you can navigate through this difficult process with grace and strength.
🔍 Keyword: How to move on from unrequited love
1. The Moment of Clarity
– Realizing the signs: It could be a gradual realization over time, or it could be a sudden moment of clarity where you see the truth about the other person’s feelings.
– Accepting the truth: Coming to terms with the fact that they will never reciprocate your feelings can be a painful and difficult process, but it’s the first step towards healing.
2. Choosing Yourself
– Understanding your worth: Remind yourself that you deserve to be with someone who loves and cherishes you just as much as you do them.
– Making the decision to walk away: It takes courage to choose yourself and your own happiness over someone you love, but it’s a necessary step in moving forward.
3. Embracing Self-Love
– Finding closure: It’s important to find closure in the situation and allow yourself to grieve the loss of the relationship.
– Focusing on self-care: Surround yourself with positivity and engage in activities that bring you joy and fulfillment.
4. Moving On
– Letting go of the past: Release any lingering feelings or attachments to the person and focus on creating a new future for yourself.
– Opening up to new possibilities: Keep an open mind and heart to new relationships and experiences, knowing that you deserve a love that is reciprocated.
5. Seeking Support
– Talking it out: Share your feelings with trusted friends or a therapist who can provide the support and guidance you need during this challenging time.
– Building a support system: Surround yourself with people who uplift and encourage you as you navigate through the process of moving on.
In conclusion, the moment when you realize and accept that someone will never feel the same way for you can be a painful and transformative experience. However, it’s also an opportunity to prioritize your own happiness and well-being. By choosing to walk away and focus on self-love, you can create the space for new and meaningful connections in your life. Remember that you are worthy of love and capable of moving on from unrequited feelings. Embrace the journey and the growth that comes with it, and know that brighter days are ahead.
My parents. I love them and I want them to spend more time with my son but they’d rather vacation abroad and hang out with friends. I love them but I think they’re really over being parents, as they had me young. They didn’t really have a chance to experience an empty nest as my brother still lives with them too. I hope they come around. I want to hang out with my mom and take her to places she won’t go with my dad but I don’t think she is interested. Pretty disappointed.
I ended a very long-term relationship recently. We both had a number of issues but what made me realize he didn’t feel the same way was his refusal to treat me the same way he wanted to be treated. His expectations were higher for me than his expectations for himself, and anytime I tried to talk to him about it we would end up fighting. Me bringing up ANY issue was a trigger for him, and by the end of our relationship he had disregarded me so often that I was lashing out any time he had a criticism for me.
It wasn’t fair to either of us and I should have ended things sooner. I spent years trying to resolve our issues while he pushed me aside or ran away. I let the resentment grow for too long.
On my birthday he took me out for dinner and spent the entire evening talking and joking about other women. He knew it was making me upset. I asked him why he was doing that and he said “because it’s funny”. He knew I loved him and was choosing to be cruel to me, on my birthday, for his own amusement.
I blocked him during dinner and sent him half the money for the bill. Haven’t spoken to him since.
When I got out of the Limerance stage and realized I didn’t like how they made me feel; and if I got back w them, it would be embarrassing because my friends know what they did to me.
i keep having a promise broken and i don’t know if i even care anymore
When my ex was breaking up with me but he’s always brought it up without following through or being upfront about it. I thought we could work through it and if I could think of ways to make things better, until he said ‘You’re holding on aren’t you? That’s what you’re doing’. I realised that he’d fully tapped out and I just hadn’t caught on to the fact he didn’t want to try anymore. That was it
when he told me “love ya” like a bro
I am white and he is black. He took every opportunity to make things about race, and most of the time it wasn’t about race at all. Yes, there were some legitimate race issues we ran into, but the majority weren’t because of race.
He was mouthing off one day and informed me that his boss, who is also black, was racist against him. While I know there are issues like that, I scoffed and said “maybe people treat you poorly cause you’re an asshole, and not cause you’re black”. I realized as it left my mouth that I just straight up didn’t like him as a person anymore.
We broke up very shortly after that, after dating for 5 years.
When I truly accepted that there was not enough sex, time, attention, care, respect, empathy, adoration, or forgiveness I could give to those people that could fill the void of the basic things that my soul required and truly accepted how they were draining me of my joy because I thought I had to exchange that for love
Getting left on read/being ghosted.
I think this week
Gave my all to him. Helped him set up his business and later on got him his first client, helped him with university work (a degree which later on he abandoned bc i was no longer there to help), held him while he was crying, went into debt so I can see him, paid for him because he was broke. I even supported him when he wanted to try dating someone else, that’s how much I loved him. Left him when they started dating, he still wanted me to be his “friend”.
I fell in love with someone I shouldn’t have. He seems to love me in his own way, but I want a relationship with someone who wants me just as much.
I saw this online, and it provided a good perspective: “Know your place in people’s lives and act accordingly.” It’s been difficult, but I’ve managed to make some changes that have allowed me to feel better. It’s a work in progress.
When I told him I was in the hospital and he texted “yikes”
He cut me off. I tried desperately to get him back in my life for a year after that. For a year, I was ignored/blocked. I basically got exhausted from my desperation. Not my proudest moment in life, lmao.
My ex had an extremely traumatic childhood and was in foster care.
When I met him he was doing good in school and had future plans that involved college. He had tons of friends, a job, a car, and was happy.
He had a falling out with his adoptive parents and any progress he made was erased.
I tried for 3 years to save him. Even when he treated me like dirt. Even when he would breakup with me to watch me beg because it made him feel good. Even when he hurt me physically or verbally.
I thought I could change him and I didn’t realize it’s not my job. And I could never make him change. I just had to go through enough of the abuse to finally be done.
The argument where I finally had the strength to leave was so dumb. His roommate accidentally woke me up from a nap and I sat up startled. I wasn’t angry, just scared.
He flipped out on me for being rude to his roommate when even his roommate said I did nothing wrong. I ended up just getting in my car and leaving. I told him I was done and couldn’t take it anymore.
We texted for a bit after that where he begged to get back together and I almost fell for it, but I stayed strong.
I will always have love for him in my heart, but I had to walk away. He was never going to change.
when i told him i loved him at the end of a phone call and he just sighed out of frustration. will never forget the pain i felt in that moment realizing that i was just a nuisance to someone who was my entire world.
There was multiple moments:
+ They lowered my self esteem, made things that were never insecurities into insecurities. The constant putting me down.
+ I realised they would never intend on fighting obstacles for me, cos it’s not “easy”. They won’t fight for me or us.
+ The hot and cold behaviour.
I was always gonna be ‘the past time’ not the one, I was easily replaceable. What broke me was..I was willing to be patient, try my best but they wouldn’t do the same.
He came home drunk, again, after promising he wouldn’t, again. When I asked him to leave, he called me a cunt in front of our kid and my dad. He also threatened to take our kid with him in the car, even though he was way beyond the legal limit. I had to physically stop him from grabbing the kid. It was like a switch flipped in me in that moment. I knew I didn’t have it in me anymore to help him because I knew he wasn’t interested in helping himself. I asked for a divorce the next day and never looked back. He’s now estranged from his kid (by his choice) for 4 years and counting.
Not a romantic partner but a group of friends. My daughter died last year and except for a card with their condolences I heard nothing from them for an entire year. I sent them cards and a small gift for all of their birthdays, but on my birthday? Nothing. Not even a text message.
After a year or so I invited them over. I kinda holed up for a year and I wanted to let them know I was open to social contact again. People don’t know how to deal with grieving people so I wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. When they came over, out of nowhere one of my “friends” said: ‘I know we didn’t invite you for anything the past year, but I don’t want you to feel bad about it. We didn’t specifically keep you out or something”. That was it. No apology, no explanation. Like I didn’t have other things on my mind than worrying about being invited.
It’s not like we had an argument or anything. I just mentally distanced from them and I am not going to put any effort in this friendship anymore.
I’ve never loved anyone more than my first love.
I don’t feel like I’ll ever feel that for anyone again.
I gave every piece of myself until there wasn’t anything left of who I was. I lived for him, breathed for him. I stopped playing music, stopped writing. I didn’t have my own friends. I didn’t care about my work, I quit university to live on his schedule. I barely saw my own family.
One day it kind of just hit me. Four years of my very short life I’d spent losing myself.
I wanted to go home for a week and just see if I could reconnect with just one thing that was my own. So I took my guitar and my notebooks and he turned up every single day. My phone rang non stop. He begged me.
I realise I loved him enough to lose myself, and he didn’t love me enough to not let that happen.
I always knew i was a lil more into him. We weren’t really “dating” but we had met online & i was driving an hour away to see him at least once a week (young & dumb). We had been hanging out an what not for like 2 months when i realized he was never going to take this seriously. I was on the tail of a trip & dreading coming home. Texted him that I was feeling really down, didn’t wanna come back home bc i was just gonna feel empty again (I have bipolar depression, anxiety & ptsd from complex childhood trauma- all diagnosed). He answers with “honestly im not that good at dealing with this kinda stuff. Like, im sorry you feel like that. But I cant handle girls with mental illnesses that are this bad”… I got back from my trip, drove to his house & ended things. Like 4 months later he texted me that he was sorry, & apparently had been diagnosed with bipolar depression. I told him i hoped he could find someone that could handle his mental illness. I also wouldn’t say we loved eachother, but all in all it was rewarding to put my foot down.
In recent years this has happened twice with me.
I sadly had to walk away from a long term relationship. Things were going from bad to worse and my mental health was at stake. Although things are now somewhat better, there will never again be a commitment to this person.
The next person seemed promising but soured a year later and because I don’t like to give up, persisted hoping things will get better. They didn’t. Recently we had no contact for over a month – I was calm, not raising my voice, not frustrated or getting insulted. That person was really mean and I didn’t even realise it. That’s not love or even friendship.
I very recently broke up with my bf of 6 years. I nevet loved someone that much. I know he loved me too. But, I realised he doesn’t love the real version of me, but the version he think I can be, and I know I can not. And I don’t want to be.
It rly hurt, because I wanted so badly for us to make it. I thought i finnally found someone who would love me for who I really am. Which I always find difficult. Just to realise that it is not the case. And I am not enough for him neighter. Broke my heart, but i guess it is for the best.
When he left me when I was in a very severe mental state on the month anniversary of my dead cousin. Literally saying how I wish I was the one who was dead and that I would never ever recover from that pain of losing her. He went home because “he had laundry to do”. He knew for over a week what the day would mean and that we had a plan to hang out
I think we both genuinely liked each other, but our fundamental values were very different, so a relationship was impossible.
Didn’t want him driving after drinking. He did. Explained I’m really not ok with it. He did it again. I said I need to be explicit here. Any alcohol or drugs and driving is not ok. Besides him being a lightweight and being confidently wrong about how much it affected him, we were planning on moving abroad and a conviction would have put an end to that. Explicit conversation, will break up if this happens. Got high and drove.
Realised. Had an implosive breakdown. Packed up. He asked was I leaving in a very mocking way, I said yes and I was about to explain why, and he threw his fist to my face but stopped himself. I left. His argument came later when he realised I was serious, that it was just a quick trip and he was driving really slow.
Even in the following months where he harassed me to get back together he never got it. Never apologised. To this day I think he still sees nothing wrong with it. It broke me but obviously it was the right thing to do.
Oh boy….I realized they just wanted attention so I walked away. It was hard but at that point I’ve been through enough heart break to know when someone likes me vs when they don’t. I was depressed for so long after that, but it was definitely better to be depressed alone than with someone that makes you feel that way.
I value my time.
I’ve posted about this every chance I get because it helps to move on and heal the wound but the moment was immediately after he purchased a home that we had both been looking for. Every weekend for months. Open house events. He finally did it and when I asked when I could start moving stuff in he said point blank “I kind of want to live alone for a while because I haven’t gotten a chance to”
We never lived together and he hadn’t had roommates in over a year. After ten years I knew it wasn’t going to go anywhere.
We did shrooms together and I realized how fucking horrible he was to me and I was over being treated like shit. Left him a week later. I couldn’t unsee what my mind told me during my shroom trip.
After not seeing them for a year, they insulted, mocked, and dismissed me all in one night. I realized they were the only person who had done this in that entire year, and they were not really my friend.
When i hung out with an old of friend that was visiting town and he made me laugh and I realized it hadn’t heard myself laugh in a long time. We just sat there and we talked and I realized how easy and natural it felt, how easy it felt. And it just hit me how sad and lonely I was feeling during those years. And I decided I wanted to be happy again and I deserved better. So I went home and ended a long term relationship. And about a month later I moved out and my life just got better from there. I guess I just had to realize that I was unhappy and tired of waiting for him to change. Best decision I ever made was getting away from him.
I had built and supported this man’s self esteem, I made sure he knew I loved him and would do anything for him. Even when it meant leaving me to try it with other women. I took him back after he failed and stayed for another year. I’d just got myself signed up for therapy and was planning to go to university. He didn’t wanna come to my open days, didn’t want to talk about my courses. He just wanted me to stay exactly how we were, minimal income and small town syndrome. He did not want to change to be better and he didn’t love me really.
I was in my parents’ garden and I was just talking out loud. Then it clicked. “He’ll never change will he?” And my parents just looked at me. That was it. I had to leave, to respect myself, to respect my future and my past. He cried and cried, begged me and swore to change.
Once I’d left I realised I had rose tinted glasses on. I was tempted to go back for comfort. Nothing else. Thank god I did move on.
When I told them that I was being harmed and they ignored me and said I was having a mental health crisis.
This is a post I made a while back for a similar question
====WARNING==== GROSS STORY AHEAD!!!
Dated a guy in college who played a lot of video games, he would PISS in bottles when he couldn’t get up from his desk, I remember going over to his place and he had like 6 bottles in his room, most were open.
CSo basically we met through a friend during college and we instantly liked each other, we both loved video games and anime and everything nerdy, we played WoW together and a bunch of other games and were constantly spending time together both online and in person, eventually he started REALLY focusing on a game called League of Legends, like suuuuper focused, he would play for 15-20 hours a day and barely sleep or eat, I had a spare key to his apartment and would come over every day after my classes or my work shift, I went over one day and there were just bottles of pee everywhere, he told me he was in a long match and couldn’t use the bathroom, the smell was overwhelming for sure but it didn’t stop there, turns out he was holding in POOP for literally hours and it eventually started seeping out, he was literally slowly shitting his pants and he refused to move, I would spend some time cleaning up his apartment and making food and begging him to please shower and eventually he did, when he gave me dirty clothes to wash there were skidmarks all in his underwear, like he had shit himself and just didn’t move for hours, I almost puked washing his clothes…so I sat him down one day and begged him to take a break from the game and stop acting like this, I told him I was lonely and wanted to go out with him and do things and that he was being insanely unhealthy and REALLY fucking gross, he agreed to stop playing the game…for about 2 days, during our anniversary date he said “Actually I need to go home, I promised my League friends I’d be online at this time” and he fucking left
MI broke up with him less than 24 hours later, he begged and cried and literally screeched like an animal when I told him I was leaving him, he kept saying he loved me and that he can’t help but play the game and blah blah blah, broke up with him and didn’t look back, looked him up on Facebook years later and he’s done absolutely nothing with his life, he quit his job and dropped out of college and is now living with his parents and somehow lost all his hair and gained massive amounts of weight, I guess I dodged a bullet
FI love video games as much as the next person, but I’ve NEVER become gross over them lol