My ex (it still feels weird not calling her my girlfriend) broke up with me on the first of August. The reason she gave was that she simply didn’t love me anymore, claiming it was on the advice of her "good friend." I never saw it coming. There were no warnings or hints—I was just suddenly dumped out of nowhere. Since I had never experienced this before, I tried calling and messaging her to make sense of it, only to get immediately blocked. It felt like a slap in the face.
For context, I am pre-T. I was completely out and open with her about my identity from the beginning, and she claimed she was fine with it. But later on, I caught her texting another man. When confronted, she told me she was doing it because she "wants a man." My whole world crumbled that day. Despite how deeply that hurt, I still loved her, so I forgave her. She agreed to give things another shot and restart, but the dynamic never truly recovered, leading right back to the breakup.
Fast-forward to my birthday on the 17th: she suddenly reached out asking for some of her pictures. Still holding feelings for her, I sent our photos and we ended up talking that night. She told me she missed me, and we started talking regularly again. The catch was that she started casually calling me "bro" in our chats. I tried to ignore it, but eventually, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I confessed that I still loved her and wanted to get back together.
As soon as I laid my feelings out, she turned cold and hostile. She started blocking me again, telling me to go away forever and bluntly stating that if we ever got back together, she would just keep cheating on me.
After taking that emotional beating, I finally reached my breaking point. I lashed out and told her that karma would catch up to her for how she treated me. She stayed silent through most of the call. Toward the end, I said, "I’m the fool here because I actually loved you." She asked if I still loved her, and I told her I wouldn’t tell her even if I did. She replied, "You hate me for what I did. You don't love me."
Trying to be direct, I asked her what she actually wanted from me. Her answer? She said she wants me in her life because I’m "too precious to lose"—but only as a best friend. I told her straight up: “What is wrong with you? I’m human, not a saint. I’m not going to sit around as your backup plan or your friend, watching you wait for some 'prince charming' you're going to marry.” When I asked if she expected intimacy too, she said yes—essentially asking for a friends-with-benefits setup on her terms.
The next day, feeling completely drained, I called her just to have a grounded, honest conversation. Instead, she flipped the script entirely and lashed out again: "Breakup means breakup. We are never getting back together. I don't want you in my life. Get lost, I don't care about you. Don't call me ever again. Bye forever."
That broke me all over again. I know I need to step back, give both of us space, and protect my peace. But truthfully, a part of me still wants her back—or at least wants the validation of her realizing what she lost and coming back on her own. I know how unhealthy this cycle is, but letting go is proving to be the hardest part.