I guess this is my villain origin story lol. My(27F) bf(26M) of almost a year and I were living together and I’ve been having health issues lately. We live with my mom in her house, with my grandmother. 

Long story short, we’ve had countless arguments since I started getting ill where I’d overextend myself and explain like a dumb idiot the way I felt because maybe, just maybe, the issue was that I didn’t explain it well enough for it to click lol. And he kept dismissing me, getting defensive, criticizing me, playing dumb, storming out, you name it. My complaints were always the same: I don’t feel prioritized, I feel alone in this relationship, I feel like I have to manage everything on my own, I don’t feel seen or heard, etc. 

On Thursday, I had my first appointment with an oncologist. My mom came with us. Needless to say no one wants to ever have to go there, and when we left the appointment I was crying. Well, my mom brought me home and he went to go see a movie with his dad and he spent the night at his dad’s place. Later that night, he texted me that he wanted to ask his family for some money to buy something pricey. It was a board game. I told him that I thought it was inconsiderate to ask for money for a game when that amount of money could’ve bought 2 weeks of groceries, which I am the one paying for, even as I am on sick leave from work, since he doesn’t have a job. He sulked at me.

The next day, his dad brought him home and we had a chat while his dad and my mom were upstairs having coffee. We got in a fight and he told me everything is always my fault, that I’m a bully, I’m pushy, that I’m controlling, that he is his own person and he gets to ask for money for whatever he wants, etc. I was shocked because what do you mean my money is our money and your money is your money? I was so genuinely confused I asked him to explain to me like I am 5 years old, like it’s my first day on earth, what could he possibly mean by all of this. He kept ranting and pacing back and forth and he told me he’s sick of me, that I never understood him, that I never even tried, every single fight we’ve ever had is entirely my fault, that I’m intentionally trying to make him feel like he’s not enough, etc. His dad came down to tell him he was leaving and then my (now ex) bf told him, without looking at me, to wait for him because he’s packing his things and leaving with him. 

He started packing in silence. I asked him, I begged him, to at least be civil and end our relationship with decency and dignity, to not be cruel about it, to at least try to honour what we had. I didn’t beg him to stay. After all of this I was just as done as he was. But could he please just sit down and tell me that he’s breaking up with me and that he can’t do this anymore. He didn’t. I told him I hate him for being so cruel and that I obviously never want to see him again. I thanked him as he was leaving with his last suitcase for making it so much easier for me to move on, since he decided to treat our relationship like it meant absolutely nothing to him, then it shouldn’t matter to me either. This man said I was The One, the love of his life, and that no matter how sick I’d get he’d always be there by my side and that he’d keep choosing me and this relationship every single day. LMAO. Many such cases apparently. I’m incredibly embarrassed and humiliated. I have no one to give the details about all of this, since this is literally the most humiliating moment of my life. I’m ashamed I let it go on for this long. 

Anyways, tomato soup and grilled cheese. 

TW he packed up and left without a word the day after my first appointment with an oncologist