One Woman’s Story and the Path to Healing
I met him on a nice evening in September at a friend’s dinner. He was fun, sure of himself, and liked his freedom everything I thought I wanted. The first few months were amazing, like a fairy tale. He brought me into his world with big, noticeable things and long, late-night talks. I fell deeply in love, thinking I had finally found someone who really got me.
But then, slowly, without me really noticing at first, he started to pull back.
It began with small things. He would take many hours to text back, even though I could see he was using his phone. Plans we made would suddenly be “too much” for him, and he would cancel at the last minute, saying he was stressed from work or needed “time to think”. When I tried to talk about our future, he would change the subject or make jokes to avoid the talk. Every time I tried to get close emotionally, he took a step back.
I told myself I was being too needy. I believed that if I just gave him space, if I was more understanding, more patient, more perfect, he would come back. So, I tried even harder. I made myself smaller. I ignored my own needs and learned to be extremely careful around his moods.
