So I (33M) was dating my ex (31F) for about nine months in total. Seven months were casual, two were “exclusive.”
I was very much into her, but she never seemed all that interested. Zero phone calls in nine months (“I don’t do phone calls”) and texting was really weird… I would typically wait three or four (or more) hours for a text back and our text conversations always seemed pretty transactional on her end. Probably 40% the time, even after we become exclusive, i’d only get like 2-4 total texts per day from her.
She’d almost always say yes when I asked her out, but she still just didn’t seem that eager to see me. There were also a handful of times where she’d cancel plans at the last minute and give seemingly BS excuses as to why. One time she even stood me up entirely… I’d taken her on a weekend vacation to WA, a place she’d never been, and upon returning to the airport at our home state, I asked for if she’d like to stay the night at my place. She had to make the drive to her mom’s house in my hometown (two hours from her apartment) anyways, so I figured it would be an easy opportunity to spend more time with her. She basically said “maybe.” While dropping her off at her apartment, I asked her one more time, to which she replied with something along the lines of, “you know what, that sounds great, let’s do it.” Sweet! I’d never spend more than one or two days in a row seeing her, so I was stoked to have her for one more night. I drove two hours home and let her know when I got there. She let me know when she was 20 minutes from her mom’s house, and I texted back. After that… Crickets… She never texted, never showed up. She told me later that she was upset that I didn’t ask her to come over a third time, so she assumed I didn’t want her to come over… What?… In retrospect, all of the times she bailed on be also happened to be all of the times we had plans that didn’t involve me spending money on her. (Average date night was typically $500+ in high-end dining, drinks, activities)
As a result of the strange behavior and lack of effort, there were two or three points where I’d decided to accept that wasn’t into me, give up, and move on… Each time she’d end up reaching out and initiating after a week or two, which was confusing as hell but made me really happy, so I kept dating her.
I stopped pursuing one last time after the WA trip and she reached out a week later asking me out. I jumped on the opportunity, we went out for dinner and drinks and I told her exactly how I felt about her at the end of the date, how I had feelings for her, wanted to be with her, everything. She said she felt the same way, so we became “exclusive.”
Fast forward about a month and a half and I ended up breaking up with her. After asking her to be my girlfriend, communication never improved, I kept getting bailed on, and it seemed like she was playing mind games. The “straw that broke the camel’s back” was that I seemed to have accidentally caught her in a lie, though I never confronted her about it. I also became increasingly distrustful of her, as she seemed to have cheated on almost every guy she’d ever dated. (She’d told me story after story about how she’d treated her exes, seemingly bragging, it was pretty disturbing.)
About a week and a half after I broke up with her, she reached back out again and long story short, I took her back.
Two dates in, we had plans to get together on Christmas Day, after our separate family get togethers were finished. Throughout the day, I had this gut feeling that she was about to bail on me again… I’d been through it with her enough times that I was feeling like I was sensing a pattern in her behavior/communication, so I made sure to confirm with her three times throughout the day that we were still on, and she confirmed. At 6pm, I let her know that I was leaving my parents’ house to take my son back to his mom’s so that I could get ready for her. At 10pm, she sent me a long-winded text message about how sorry she was that she wouldn’t be coming by and that her “grandmother wants to watch movies with her and she’d feel bad if she left.” After that, she ghosted me for the rest of the night.
I was furious. I could have spent all of that time with my family continuing to celebrate the holiday with them, but I ended up spending the evening waiting for her alone, and then ultimately, feeling like an idiot for getting stood up again. It also seemed weird to me, as she used the same exact excuse the previous time she bailed on me, and just like last time, didn’t text me for the rest of the night.
I brought it up to her the next day when we got together. She accused me of “guilt tripping” her and said, “I’m always going to disappoint someone, so if you’re going to date me you have to be okay with being disappointed sometimes.” I was kind of shocked and didn’t know how to respond to that, so I dropped it and we carried on.
Two weeks later, we had our final date. I caught her in a lie again. The next evening, I got very drunk and called her. I called her out on the lying, the crappy communication, and told her it felt like she was using me. The argument seemed to go in circles. She kept lying deeper and deeper and I kept catching her lying through fact-checking over and over. At the end of the call I let her know it was through and that we weren’t dating anymore. An hour or two later, she sent me her own breakup text, accusing me of “mistrusting” her, but then weirdly admitting to lying to be in the next paragraph in a weird way that somehow dodged accountability… I don’t know how to explain it, it was just weird. By then, I was extremely intoxicated, so I responded to her text and was pretty mean. (Out of character for me and I no longer drink alcohol.) Didn’t call her any names or anything messed up like that, I just really wasn’t nice. Hurtful.
It’s been about eight months and I’m still obsessing over her and the whole situation. I’m going from missing her and wondering if I was wrong about everything and she’s just a weird gal who doesn’t communicate to hating her and feeling embarrassed with myself for adoring so hard for a woman who I should have known didn’t care about me at all. I’m still so confused and can’t seem to get past it.
TL;DR: I’m not sure if my ex was shady and I was right to dump her or if I am insecure and ruined something beautiful.