Reddit Stories - I lack COMPANIONSHIP, SUPPORT, and AFFECTION. My marriage has lasted 15 years, during

Episode Date: February 9, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #loneliness #marriage #relationships #support #affection  Summary: After 15 years of marriage, I find myself lacking companionship, support, and affection. Despite the time spent together, my partner and I have grown distant, leaving me feeling isolated and unfulfilled. I seek advice on how to navigate these feelings and improve my emotional connection with my spouse.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, marriage, companionship, support, affection, emotionalhealth, relationshipadvice, loneliness, mentalhealth, communication, couples, intimacy, selfcare, personalgrowth, lifeadvice, happinessBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6816713/support.This episode includes AI-generated content.

Episode with two stories, first part. I hope you enjoy this story. I lack companionship, support, and affection. My marriage has lasted 15 years, during which I have been acquainted with my spouse. Since I was 8. We have three daughters together. 17, 14, and 11. I'm tired of feeling like I'm an outsider in my relationships with all of them. I'm just an ATM and taxi service to my kids. My wife hasn't kissed me in six months.

She has not said that she loves me in 1.5 years. No matter how much I communicate, try to plan anything or do anything it is always shot down, forgotten, or dismissed. I don't get angry and don't yell. I don't get physical. I like to splurge during birthdays and Mother's Day. I throw parties and give gifts and give gifts and try to show how much I love them. I get a lukewarm, thanks, and if I'm lucky, a side hug that

lasts point zero zero one seconds. This week was the breaking point. Father's Day. I wake up to an empty house. Odd. No note, nothing was written on the calendar, and nothing said beforehand. I send a text, and I get back. I took the girls out for a spa day, don't wait up. Then nothing, literally nothing. Dinner time comes around, and they get home. How their say was, it was fine. I ask what they would like for dinner. Nothing we already ate at, one of my favorite restaurants.

Cool, whatever. There is no mention of it being Father's Day. No, I love you, how are you? Nothing. Fast forward to Wednesday. Which was my birthday? Nothing. Literally again, nothing. I suggested plans. They get shot down. I suggested food. Nope, shot down. Ask about watching a movie they are all too busy, they just sat on their phones doing nothing. Now to Thursday night. I'm in bed. My wife is next to me. She rolls over and says in a crappy tone. Oh, your birthday was the other day. I guess you expect to have sex.

That broke something in me best of my memory of how it went down. I said no I don't expect sex. At this point, I don't expect anything anymore. Her what is that supposed to mean? So I started asking her questions, when was the last time we shared a kiss? Like a week? Nope, it was in December, and it was during her parents' holiday party. When was the last time we had sex?

The beginning of the year Nope, wrong it has been over a year She was adamant that we did it in February I was dealing with my mom's health and her passing So I said something like, you may have had sex but it wasn't with me When was the last time you said you love me? I say it all the time Not to me, check your messages slash you don't say it to me face to face

Well, you should just know I do When was the last time we went on a date? Long pause. Her, you're being unfair. Emotions turned on fully. I was crying and raising my voice at this point. It asks her how. She can't answer.

I asked her how wanting any sign of love from anyone in the house is unfair. If expecting anything for my birthday or father's day was unfair. She got an oh shit look. Yeah, you forgot that as well. I'm not an ATM, I'm not a taxi service, I'm not a punching bag. She asked why this was coming up out of the blue. It didn't. I have tried to talk to my family and again get dismissed or ignored.

I brought up examples. I got and I didn't know you were serious. I didn't know it was such a big deal. I left saying something to the point of if you want to pretend that I'm invisible and don't exist. fine, you don't have to pretend anymore. I left the house at almost midnight. On Thursday Friday morning. Haven't been home since. I'm not sure what to do now. I'm finally sober enough to think, but I don't know what to do first time drinking in over 15 years by the way, and I'm not going to drink anymore. I love my family, but I can't keep this up. I don't know what more I can do.

I think they would be happier without me. They already act like I don't exist. I can't be the one who is blamed for everything. If I truly am the problem, then me not being there should fix it. I can't do it anymore. I have tried to be a good provider, a good partner, and a good dad. Never missed an event of our kids. Never prioritized work.

I kept good hours so I could see them more. took on more responsibility to better our life and future. But it is never appreciated. It is never enough. I am never enough. I only have one message from my wife. I'm sorry for making you feel that way. We all love you, and we are here for you when you want to come home and talk.

That is it. No other messages. No calls. Nothing from the kids. I feel like if they really wanted me there, they would try reaching out more. All of the kids have their own phone. I don't know what she told them. I'm sure they heard me raise my voice.

Me raising my voice would have definitely got their attention since I never do. I'm sure they heard me leave. I just don't know. Ada? Thanks, everyone. I did not think anyone would care. You have given me some hope and advice I'm going to look into. I don't know how to respond to a lot of the comments, I know how to just nod in words.

I'm going to try to figure thing out more. I'm now 100% sober, so my mind, I clear her. I'm going to start meeting with people on Monday and try to come up with options. Update I have no one to comfort me, no one to care for me, no one to love me. 31st of July, 2023. I have not been well, but I'm doing better. You guys have helped me a lot and it means more than you know. I was able to get help through my work they have resources for both therapy as well as legal counsel. But somehow my boss found out I was reaching out and now won't leave me alone but that's

unimportant. I know she only has good intentions. So far, I like the new therapist I was able to get an appointment with, I thought there would be a long wait list. She recommended a family-slousal therapist as she focuses more on individuals. I talked to them as well. I got referred to divorce lawyers. I don't want to use them, but I had a talk with them and got an idea of what that route would be like.

I'll be like 70% screwed. But we are in at fault state, so if it turns out she is cheating, I'll be okayish. My kids did reach out after a few days worried. I told them I'm fine, do truly love them, and miss them but needed space and time. For the first time ever, I miss some of their extracurricular activities. I think that is what made them understand something was really wrong. Some other family members slash friends noticed and started asking questions to all involved. My kids also mentioned how things were not the same without me around, and my wife was struggling.

My wife reached out a few times just checking in, apologizing, giving me updates on things, and a couple of the times, she asked about the 4th of July. We usually host a party slash barbecue. I said I wasn't interested. But, I said that her and I needed to talk alone in person. That happened the weekend after the 4th. Apparently, she was planning the 4th as a surprise birthday party for me, after I had left, to make up for forgetting my birthday. But I ruined it as I didn't go and wasn't interested.

When we met up to talk, she wasn't alone and brought the kids. I was happy to see them. They seemed happy to see me as well. But I asked for my wife and I to talk alone. When I pointed this out, she said the kids missed me, and it was fine. We can talk with them here. I believe it was more of a manipulative move. I explained that this was another example of how my feelings are once get ignored and cast aside. How I've been ignored for a while and how that is right by anyone. She kept apologizing. I said while I acknowledge the apologies, I don't accept them. Most of the apologies, to me, feel like they are not real. Such as her initial apology of I'm sorry you feel that way. Or they a sound force slash just say on what you.

she thinks I want to hear. Actions speak louder those empty words. I also said that she is setting an example and expectations on how I'm treated and how our daughters will see and treat me in their future relationships. As of now, no one should be treated this way. I think at this point, my wife regretted bringing the kids. My 14-year-old took my 11-year-old for some snacks. My 17-year-old stayed.

I flat out asked if there was anyone else. If she was cheating physically slash emotionally or otherwise. She looked like I just slapped her. She said she would never do that. I asked why she was so adamant about us having sex if February daughter left at this point when it has been longer. Why has every part of our romance died within a year span from her part? She didn't know. We talked for an additional 20 minutes.

I finally took out two folders I had with me. One was a separation document, not quite a divorce, but halfway to it. The other was therapist referrals for individuals and couples. I needed her to understand how serious I slashed this situation was. I asked her to look over each other and ask herself what she wanted, but she had to make the decision and schedule the appointments. I explained that I'm done living this way, and if she chooses to stay with me, then there are going to be major changes occurring both in our relationship and at home.

I love the woman I married, had kids with, and built a life together. But I don't know where she went. My kids came back and my 11-year-old was mad I wasn't going back with them that night. I gave my wife time. She contacted me the next day, saying she has made appointments for herself and for her and I. She explained that she set up some biweekly individual therapy and we have our first couple's therapy early next month. The reason for the weight was so she could establish slash work on herself first.

I have been using the Grey Rock method towards her since the initial incident tour and my therapist's recommendations. So, it's still a work in progress. I'm not in as dark of a place as I was when I first posted. Some things are better than it was. I'm willing to put in the work, but it won't be one-sided. There is a plan moving forward. so that's a plus. I have been home for a week now but am sleeping in a different room. Some changes have been put in place already, but time will be the real test. As a side note T.W on

the second night of me being back she actually tried to initiate sex but I said no that it wasn't the time or place for that. We had a lot to work out before that can happen. As always, peace, love, and chicken grease. New update starts here. I'm alive. And have an update. Second of November 2023. After the first post, I planned and almost committed to ending things that night. I think they would be happier without me.

They already act like I don't exist. I can't be the one who is blamed for everything. I can't do it anymore. I kept going over and over in my head. If I was gone, then their problems would be solved. They could move on with a new dad slash husband who they would love more than me, who they would show more love than they have showed me. I was the cause of everything that went wrong in their life.

My wife probably has a replacement that could just step in and be a real dad and husband to them. Something snapped me out of it. It still sounds weird, but it was as if I could see slash hear my 11-year-old. She has been the one who has made me feel loved, wanted, and carried. for throughout most of this. Both before and after I left. From what I now understand, my wife was pushing for them to give me space. But my youngest wouldn't accept it.

She kept pushing for them to reach out, track me down, and find me. She had a weird feeling. I initially hid the fact that I was to the point of ending things to my therapist. After my last update, I told her. She could tell I wasn't as open with her until that. point. That changed the tone of our sessions. I have a better understanding and more tools I can use to recognize and help deal with those negative and dark emotions. With that came some diagnosis. On to my wife. She did commit to her individual therapy. I started to see some changer in her.

She has been treating me better. Things were going in more of a positive direction. I still shut down forward advances from her. I found out her therapist was also telling her to stop and earn my trust and that we had to rebuild up to that. But that makes her feel unloved and unwanted. Ironic. I looked into it if she was cheating, and I found nothing. No text, messages, emails, unexplained expenses, weird locations, absences, photos, apps, nothing. So she is either really good at covering her tracks or she didn't cheat. I expressed that if it ever came out, she did cheat on me it was over. The first couple's session was a long one. The first hour was individual with me. Then my wife. Then both of us. It was useful and helped, but not much. Same with the second

session. Which was two hours together. The third was a shit show. This was just after I opened up with my individual therapist about my self-harm thoughts. I just opened up to men and told them everything. Where my head was at. My thoughts at the time. How close I came. What stopped me? How long I had thought about it. Everything. My wife looked at me with a sense of horror. She looked at me and started yelling and kept repeating, how could I me slash I be so selfish? therapist calmed her down and I started talking again. I went deeper into how badly my wife and kids hurt me. That there is no way she didn't know about father's day or my birthday.

How I still suspect that she has been cheating on me. How the dark thought started after my mother passed away and my wife stopped being my wife. I don't know what happened to my wife. The woman I loved disappeared. She has been gone for a while slash checked out. My wife was loving, playful, honest, trustworthy, a fantastic partner, and the love of my life. I can't be with this stranger she became. I just went off and unloaded.

The therapist said we needed a break to cool down and meet back in five minutes. I walked out. It was being immature, childish, and an all move. I went I cooled down enough. I saw I had a bunch of missed calls and texts. My 17-year-old ended up picking me up since my car was at home. It was the first time she saw me actively cry. I think that got her to understand how much weight was crushing me.

How much their actions have caused me pain. We ended up parked somewhere and just talked. We talked for a long while. More than we had in a long time. I got more out of that conversation that I have in the last few years. We got back home and my other two kids. ran to me and hugged me. Not like the side hug, but an actual hug. That felt so good. My wife approached me slowly and asked for a hug as well. I gave her half of one and she started

crying. We, as a family, hung out for a while, and when bedtime came around, my wife asked to talk. She did say that she thought she was losing me around when my mom passed, that I had checked out of our marriage, but didn't go into detail. She said she is still working through some things and when she has a better understanding herself she will bring to the table. She then broke down. She said that she really didn't know how bad it was. She is sorry, but vowed to do anything she can to make it up to me and be a better partner. She is trying. I do see improvement. But why did it have to get to this point? But now I'm sorry. so numb that I keep asking myself if she really meant that or if they are just empty words.

I don't know if that is the medication talking or how I'm thinking nowadays. Some days I feel like my mind is like when an old TV has the static because of bad signal. My kids overall are doing better. I still question the older ones sometimes, but I think it is me overthinking. School and activities are keeping them busy. But one thing that keeps bothering me is I can tell they are walking on eggshells around me. It bothers me. It's like I'm a jack in the box and they are waiting for me to pop out at them. Therapies is helping over all it just takes time. My therapist said it is like I have been an actor playing a character for so long that I don't know how to be myself. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone else, but I feel the

truth in it. I need to find myself first and then work on other relationships. My wife, wife and I did go on a date. She planned it and it was fun. I had a genuine smile. But in the back of my mind, I was wondering if this was for me or for the U.S. I am not sure what will happen in the future. Time will tell. That's the end of the first story. Let's begin the second one. I hope you enjoy this story. My partner asked her former partner to come to my residence and I am extremely furious at the moment. I reside in a metropolitan area in my personal dwelling. My partner, Rose, resides with her roommates, but if I'm being honest, she basically lives over here 80% of the time. Early today slash yesterday while I was at the gym with my friend, Mike, she texted me that

she had an old friend she hasn't seen in a while that's in town and that it would be nice to have a quiet place to catch up. I said they could use my apartment and that I'd go out for dinner with Mike so they'd have time to catch up. During this time I'm at the gym, so I was in rush. I didn't ask who she was inviting over, etc. Well, apparently I should as the old friend she was apparently catching up with a loan and my apartment was her only ex-boyfriend Kyle. Around 30-ish minutes after this conversation I get a text from her saying there at the apartment.

I just said bed and continued with my friend. Mike and I finished our workout around 7 p.m. and decided we'd go to Whole Foods, as their hot slash salad bars got some great food. We ate there and finished around 8, 30-ish. I'm on my way home now, and honestly I wasn't expecting anything other than just saying hi and heading my ass to bed. Shit had been a long-ass day and honestly I was just ready to get to sleep,

I arrive home around 9 p.m., and at this point I had no idea if her friend was still over or not, I was secretly hoping they weren't as I didn't feel like socializing at all, but hey, I'll take one for the team. When I walked in the apartment I see some big-ass Timberland boots that obviously are a man's. I'm immediately like fuck her friend brought her boyfriend I'm going to have to stay up and socialize now. I take off my shoes and jacket and start heading down the mini hallway. As I enter the living area I see my girlfriend sitting on the couch with a man at separate ends but staring right at each other talking.

My girlfriend notices me and jumps a little. I didn't really find this odd at the time but now I thinking back on it makes sense. At this point I'm still completely oblivious. I say hello and start walking towards the man. I'm looking around the house at this point for a friend honestly I just thought she was in the bathroom or some shit. I shake the guy's hand and say some shit like, hey, I'm Lily's boyfriend. He replied back in like a cocky-ass way with some I'm Kyle Lily's ex. I was like, oh my fault I thought you were a friend's boyfriend. Then it got a little quiet and I rapidly come to the realization that my girlfriend has been alone with her ex in my apartment for the last couple hours. I look at my girl and say, so I'm taking this was your old friend. She said yeah in a soft ass voice, at this point I wasn't letting myself jump to any conclusions but I'm tired and I don't feel like socializing. I'm also now upset my girl was just chilling with her ex in my apartment. It got quiet again and these two made zero effort to continue whatever combo they were having just moments ago, Lily asks how my day was and I was like it was fine I guess again getting the

vibe I'm interrupting something. At this point I'm fed up, only like a minute or so had passed since my question to her, and I look at him and ask Kyle, hey, do you mind ending it here for today? I actually got some things I got to talk to Lily about. He said some she invited me over though and were still reminiscing on the good old days. I look at Lily, she can't even look me in my eyes. I look back at Kyle and say, all right, let me rephrase it. This is my apartment and I'm telling you to leave, he then looks at her and says, do you want me to leave? At this point and I'm not proud of it I completely lose my shit, saying what the fuck do you mean by that? I don't give a shit if she wants you to leave or not. I'm telling you to get the fuck out my house. Lily is

telling me to calm down and turns and tells him he needs to leave. Kyle gets up and heads towards the hallway to get his shit, I follow and he ends up leaving. I come back and Lily is now pissed at me saying I embarrassed her, I embarrassed you. She then goes on about how my reaction is totally uncalled for as she told me he was coming over and asked, I was like, no, Lily, you said a a fing friend was coming over a fing friend, not once you mentioned this friend was a male, much less you're a fing ex. She then says my reaction was bullshit and that I acted like an ass. I tell her you were with your a fing ex in my apartment. Do you not understand how much of a fuck you that comes across as? I then asked why the fuck y'all were meeting in the first place and she tells me he's

going through rough times and need someone to lean on, and that she just wanted to be there for him as a nice person and that by hanging with him in my apartment it shows nothing shady is going on. I explain how that is bullshit and that if my ex stared having issues and I was the one comforting her she would be pissed, she was like no she'd understand because she has empathy, I was like that's bullshit Lily you got pissed at me at the gym because I smiled when a girl complimented my form when lifting. She then was like she's done talking and stormed out, I didn't say anything, I didn't chase, I haven't reach out, I just sat on the couch and thought about what the fuck just happened. I then called my father who gave me some great advice. She then texted me these

two hours ago, can we talk? I'm sorry for not telling you it was my ex that I invited was inviting over. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. Nothing is going to happen. I love you. He messaged me out of the blue he needed someone to talk to. I didn't think that much of it I'm sorry for deceiving you. That sounds like BS right. I didn't think much of it. Then followed by sorry for deceiving you like obviously you did think about it or you would have been truthful. I wanted to talk to him at your place because I didn't want you to assume something else was going on. Please talk to me. I love you. Obliviously, if she sees this, she'll know I'm talking about us, but she doesn't use Reddit. I haven't responded yet I'm leaning towards wanting to break things up with her after talking about all

this with my pops. Not for her talking him, but for how I felt in the moment it all was happening. It's a huge red flag for me that she said old friend instead of X I still don't get it. I'm the moment of me getting visibly upset with her ex she didn't take my side once. When I was nice before I even recognized him it felt like I was the odd man out. I just felt like she doesn't respect me, not on some 1950s shit where the women has to respect the man, but if the roles were reversed and I was with my ex at her house I would have backed my girl when she was getting mad. I would have called my ex out for talking cocky to my girl, etc.

I'm still very pissed so I don't think I should be talking to her right now. It's currently around 3 a.m. Honestly, I'm just ifhing tired. I don't even know if I'm pissed. Update, this shit is long I doubt you actually want to read it all. Sorry I just poured my thoughts into it. It's currently around 7 p.m. when writing this and honestly the last 13-ish hours I've been up have been iffing draining to say the least.

I awoke in the morning to my phone going absolutely nuts with notifications from Reddit. I'm honestly like, oh fuck, why the actual fuck did I decide to pour my personal thoughts out into a Reddit post? I began to scroll y'all's comments and to say I was shocked as an absolute understatement. Literally, almost all of y'all are actively taking my side. And I mean I was just scrolling this morning just looking for that one comment that was taking hers, it did not come. What surprised me the most were the amount of women in this. thread that said they would never do this to their man and that it is beyond disrespectful,

I mean those comments hit the hardest this morning as those were my thoughts exactly. Last night was a ifhing stress storm for me to be honest, I couldn't believe what the fuck had just happened, as y'all can guess from my post I live alone so there wasn't anyone at my crib that I could talk to so I decided to call the one man that's had my back since day one, my pops, as many have messaged me and many have commented I will go into detail on what exactly our phone call entailed. First I'm going to go back to when it originally happened so that it makes more sense, also when reading. Back my thoughts from last night it was clear I was rushing at the end and honestly just fed up with everything at that point so I skipped a lot of details. Okay to start

Lily had just stormed out of my apartment at this point when I called her out that she wouldn't be a thing okay with me meeting with my ex because they needed someone to lean on, like I said before I didn't call out, text, or follow her. At this point I am a thing furious and I can't I can't believe what the fuck just happened. I take a seat on the couch and try breathing exercises. I am trying to calm down. But it's no use because I keep remembering Kyle asking, Do you want me to leave?

To my girlfriend, I didn't really elaborate on this beforehand, but that shit affincent me to another world and I was absolutely about lose my shit to the max. I just kept telling myself it's not worth it, it's not worth it, at this point all I want to do is beat Kyle's ass, and all my methods for calming down were failing at this point. point, I just said fuck it and picked up my phone and said Siri call old man. I honestly didn't know what I was going to say at this point, but I knew if there was one person who could get through to me it would be my pops. Now I don't remember the exact

dialogue that exactly went down, but I'm going to try my best to be as accurate as possible. Phone dialing, Dad picks up and says I seen it already Vuch dropped 43 on the ass. I started laughing a bit and say, It's not about that dad I just go into a huge affing fight with Lily Dad, I'm really affing pissed, Dad, I don't. Want to do anything stupid? Well, okay, where are you right now? Are you with her? Are you guys okay? Dad, I'm at the crib right now and she just stormed out. Yes, I am chilling. I just don't know what to do, dash me. There's a long pause after this and I hear my pops take a deep breath and say, All right, all right, hit me. I began to give him the same rundown I gave you guys in my last post.

the whole time my pops is dead silent doesn't say a finger word, I finished up the story, all he asked was what does Kyle look like? I won't lie this caught my off guard because I was like, damn dad, why the fuck does it matter what he looks like? I responded I don't know he was white with long curly hair, etc. Why? My dad was like no, no, how tall was he? At this point I'm like WTF Dad. Uh, I'd kiss ass was like five feet nine inches max.

My dad laughs a bit and says explains the Timberlands then. if thing male equivalent of heels, I didn't realize it yesterday, but what my pops was doing was what he always does. I literally can't stay pissed if I laugh and my dad can make me laugh on demand. I started laughing, I was like, you right, you right. He then was like how much you think he weighed. I had to think for a minute, but I was like him maybe a buck 55-ish. My pops then brought up the argument between Kyle and I, you said Lily told Kyle to leave after you started to get mad right? Yeah, I responded, my dad pauses for a long time again and takes another deep breath, My name, I wouldn't be surprised if this situation is a lot deeper than it seems,

it speaks volumes to me she only rallied for him to leave after you began to get real upset, my name, you are six feet zero inches 190 pounds and were just disrespected in your own house by a man you do not know. When a woman cares for someone the last thing she wants is for him to be in harm's way, she understood exactly what was. going to happen if the situation continued to escalate, and she chose to get Kyle out of harm's way, followed by switching all the blame to you and leaving, honestly, son, where do you think she's at right now? I didn't say anything, I knew what he was implying, I know it hurts, but promise me you won't do anything irrational,

she made her decision there's not much you can do to change it, you've proven your whole life you're one of one, don't lose yourself now over something that will just end up a tiny bump on your roadmap, I mean seriously I couldn't be more a thing proud of you, son, you're 22 living on your own inn, city. You got your shit together that's rare, my name, you're rare, my name, though. Right women like your mom for me, I laughed a little, we'll walk into your life when you least expect it, don't waste your energy, everything happens for a reason, son, I paused for a minute and said, thank you I needed this dad.

My dad laughed of course your mom and I are here for you always, ends call, fast forward back to this morning, I couldn't sleep for shit last night so this morning was just completely ass. Lily was blowing up my phone the whole night apologizing and begging for my. Forgiveness, it's around 11 a.m. at this point I'm completely just over this situation. I still haven't responded to her since she stormed off last night. In my opinion, she made her choice. However, I got a longest week ahead of me and can't be having this shit continue to impact me this much going forward. I eat something and head down to my apartment's local gym to just run. On lifting days I go to a private gym and on cardio days I use the apartment's gym. Running is therapeutic for me, around.

One o'clock I got a phone call and you guessed it. It was from Lily. No part of me wanted to pick up the phone, but we've been dating for 2.5 years. I felt obligated, picks up phone, what's up? I say to be immediately met with crying him. Sorry, my name, I love you to death. Please just talk to me. I shouldn't have left last night. I panicked. You know I love you. My name. I didn't say anything. My name. Please talk to me. This isn't right. Please just talk to your girlfriend. I'm sorry. I told you nothing happened. I won't ever talk to him again. Please I beg, can we just talk? At this point the realization of my feelings for her started to really kick in, instead of anger, sorrow, or any emotion. T.B.H. I just felt a sense of indifference when she spoke. I responded, can you come over around three? Still crying at this point. Yes, yes, yes, yes, she says. Okay, I say, ends call. I'm just sitting on the sofa now at this time just waiting for three to roll around, scrolling through the comments on my previous post. Knock, knock, I hear from the hallway. Shortly after I see my girlfriend emerge from the mini hallway, she begins to start smiling and crying while wiping her tears. Again I take notice of how I feel at this moment, a sense of, indifference, a feeling I don't care about anymore, it really, started to hit me, 2.5 years wasted just like that, the woman who I cared so deeply for just 24 hours before now is in front of me crying and I don't feel a thing, Lily, it's over between us, I said, completely shocked, she barely manages to mutter out what?

While still crying, it's over, I repeated, my name, my name, my name, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, please, I'm sorry, don't end this between us, I love you to death, she said hysterically, Now I won't lie that last bit hit hard. I mean a thing heart man. I couldn't mask it anymore. The lid had been broken. Don't end this between us. I say, Lily, I'm sorry I can't take this shit anymore. I don't know what impression I gave you over our relationship, but I won't stay in a relationship with a woman who thinks that a thing little of me. You made the decision to end shit between us when invited your ex into my apartment behind my a thing back Lily. That is something I refuse to let slide Lily. At this point my thoughts just begin to fly. out of my mouth like a thing tidal wave. No man is that cocky for no reason, Lily. I'm not a thing fool Lily. You gave him some type of reassurance to give him the confidence to act like that. Shit you even backed him in front of me. Why the fuck would I stay? With someone who's not going to have my back, absolutely bawling at this point Lily say I'm sorry, my name, I love you, I'm sorry, y'all can call me whatever you want but at this point I just went soft, I didn't

have the heart to keep drilling her anymore, she was just breaking down crying uncontrollably. I just sat down in silence. My name, I'm sorry it won't happen again. My name, I love you only you. I won't ever talk to him again, I won't, I promise, my name, please just give me one more. Chance said Lily, I'm completely silent. I mean there was just a huge a thing pressure on my chest it felt, like my rib cage was going to crack under the pressure, sat there silently listening to her crying I remembered one my favorite

songs I'd rather have loyalty than love, because love really don't mean Jack, see love is just a feeling, you can love somebody and still stab them in a back, it don't take much to love. You can love somebody just by being attached, see loyalty as action. You can love or hate me and still have my back, 21 Savage. I just kept repeating those lyrics in my head over and over and over again, to many, it might seem she said all the right things, but to me actions speak louder than words. Last night she chose to make her decision on us through her actions, and since actions speak louder than words it really didn't matter what she said, I'm struggling to keep it together at

this point. I really did love her, should I still a thing do. But I understood this was what's best for me, I wouldn't have been able to. Trust her again, you can't be in a relationship without trust or loyalty. I lost both from her. As she cries, I look up and say, Lily, please, it's over there's no saving this, she looks at me and says, my name, no, please just stop, it's over Lily, I interrupt, please just do us both a favor and take your things and leave Lily, it's over, please let's just end it here. She doesn't say anything and gets up and starts grabbing some of her things around their apartment, I grabbed a garbage bag and helped her pack, she left the keys to my apartment on the table and left, this all finished up around 4.30 today I've just been

sitting here trying to process what the fuck just happened. Honestly, it all still doesn't feel real. I never intended on posting on Reddit yesterday, but I just needed a place to F.S. Vent and since it blew up I felt like it I should update y'all today. It's 7.35 as I finish writing this. I'm a fingered, the weight of what the fuck just went down over the last 24 hours. Doesn't, real, to anyone actually who actually read this long-ass update, thank you, to those who commented on my previous post, then you, I A Thing Needed I placed a vent last night.