Hey guys, how do you heal from one of your partners abandoning (ghosting for a month and a half) you despite doing nothing wrong. Serious answers, please. I deadass cannot find joy in anything anymore

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Hey guys, how do you heal from one of your partners abandoning (ghosting for a month and a half) you despite doing nothing wrong. Serious answers, please. I deadass cannot find joy in anything anymore
I feel as if I'm constantly being lied to. I feel like I'm nothing aside from an afterthought. I gave everything I had, I tried to comfort you to the best of my ability whenever you needed me to, but now that I need you..You aren't willing to do the same for me. You claim that loyalty is important to you, but when will you return the favor of being loyal to me too? I always put you first and myself last, I've let you lie to me and break promises time and time again all because I cared about you. I STILL care about you.. So why don't you care about me? Because I get sad or angry sometimes? Like any other human does? I'm sorry that you don't like that I'm a living being with human emotions. You told me not to speak about myself like I was a robot, but when I stopped like you had asked me to, you decided it was apparently fine and dandy to start ghosting me. My prediction is that (if you ever decide that I'm worthy enough of your divine presence) you'll lie and pretend that you didn't see my messages, as if you were about to have a conversation with me, only to go quiet again and take hours or days to respond to me... Or perhaps you'll finally leave and give me the peace of mind that I deserve. I don't deserve to just be a passing thought. I deserve to he acknowledged as a person.
Only spin off I will accept
i am too woke but jules being sidelined in s3 feels intentional and feels like a direct result of how transphobic the current climate
because i remember VERY CLEARLY that jules was a main character and we got to explore a lot about her and transness via her. now jules' character was butchered in s2 tho i hate s2 as a whole, everything was chopped in that season
If there’s a beginning, there must be an end.
Difícil se envolver com alguém que você sabe que vai destruir sua vida né
E destruiu mesmo
GOODBYE, RUE BENNETT ― (2019-2026)
Euphoria (2019-2026) | 3.08 In God We Trust
This ruined me
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ZENDAYA as RUE BENNETT in EUPHORIA | 3.01 "Ándale"
Happy pride to you, Rue
Thank you, Rue. Let her memory be a blessing. Amen.
1.01 "Pilot", 3.08 "In God We Trust" Zendaya's first and final appearance as Ruby Bennett in Euphoria.
Zendaya wearing ASHI STUDIO – Euphoria premiere
Eu vi essa série em 2022 no momento em que eu mais estava depressiva na vida. Muita coisa mudou de lá pra cá e o lançamento da última temporada coincidiu com outro momento extremamente difícil que eu passei, além de me sentir extremamente deprimida. Euphoria se tornou uma das minhas séries favoritas porque além de ser incrível em muitíssimos aspectos técnicos, era como ver um espelho da minha própria geração nessa tela. Quando estamos quebrados, buscamos por coisas quebradas e acho que essa série representa isso pra mim. O conforto que é reenconstar na depressão pra mim. Espero que agora, essa fase ruim fique realmente pra trás
It all started in the wake of two absences. I had just gotten out of a long, four-year relationship that left me with a deep wound: the feeling that men don't see me as the woman you build a future with, but merely as a stepping stone for learning. He, on the other hand, had broken up just two months prior with one of my best friends. He was broken, unstable, sad. And I, carrying an unconscious childhood pattern of nurturing sad boys to make myself feel important, offered my listening ear and solidarity.
The first crack appeared when he saw a picture of me with his ex (my friend) at my birthday party. The reality check hit him, and his reaction was childish: he said he felt "weird," ghosted me, and blocked me. A month later, full of regret, he came back. I stood my ground, told him my friendship with her wouldn't change, and he assured me he was fine to move forward. We reconnected.
In January, right after a trip, his efforts intensified overwhelmingly. He flooded me with attention, showed an immense amount of interest, spoke openly about a serious relationship, and made future plans very quickly. We knew the risks and the distance (we lived in different cities), but the chemistry and mutual loneliness acted as fuel, and I surrendered to that projection of safety.
In February, we reached our peak. We saw each other, had our dates, and slept together. He was the first man with whom I shared my intimacy on such a deep level. I was completely in love, addicted to that affection and that urgency. I planned to give myself to him completely and really wanted him to be my first time with penetration as well, so I could finally feel safe.
But the price of his instability came due around late April, right after he started therapy. He abruptly pulled back, claiming he "was understanding things about himself, that he was still attracted to me, but that he wasn't in the right place for a relationship," and proposed we just be friends. Desperate at the thought of losing him, I accepted this friendship agreement, but I remained in a position of hidden waiting.
In an attempt to reverse the situation and still have my first time with him, I booked a trip to his city over a holiday. I proposed that we hook up one more time, told him the intimate weight that held for me, and he accepted the bonus of having me there.
The turning point happened when fate changed the course of things: my friend who was supposed to host me in his city had an unexpected issue and could no longer have me over. When I let him know the trip wouldn't happen, he changed. He started treating me with distance and indifference.
Exhausted and filled with anxiety, I confronted him directly, asking if he still wanted to be with me. That was when the cruel contradiction and final discard came: the guy who previously said his withdrawal was due to internal issues and not a lack of attraction changed his tune, categorically stating he no longer desired to be with me and only saw me as a friend. He admitted he had been irresponsible, confessed he shouldn't have dragged me into his confusion, but said he had only realized this just then.
In that exact moment, I drew my line: I said that if he only wanted friendship and I wanted something more, we would no longer speak. Since early May, my life has turned into a daily mourning. Emotional exhaustion has given me terribly restless nights. Loneliness and the pain of rejection made me break no-contact a few time, sending job openings, book reviews on Discord, and videos on Instagram, begging for a shred of attention of him. And what I received in return was absolute silence. A cowardly ghosting disguised as "we ended on good terms."
It hurts to accept that I was used as emotional support (a rebound) by someone who discarded me the moment he felt stabilized, employed, and treated in therapy.
Tudo começou na esteira de duas ausências. Eu tinha acabado de sair de um relacionamento longo, de quatro anos, que me deixou com uma ferida profunda: a sensação de que os homens não me veem como a mulher com quem se constrói um futuro, mas apenas como um trampolim para o aprendizado. Ele, por outro lado, tinha terminado há apenas dois meses com uma das minhas melhores amigas. Ele estava quebrado, instável, triste. E eu, carregando um padrão inconsciente da infância de acolher "garotos tristes" para me sentir importante, ofereci meus ouvidos e minha solidariedade.
A primeira rachadura apareceu quando ele viu uma foto minha com a ex dele (minha amiga) na minha festa de aniversário. O choque de realidade o atingiu, e a reação dele foi infantil: disse que se sentia "estranho", sumiu do mapa e me bloqueou. Um mês depois, cheio de arrependimento, ele voltou. Eu bati o pé, disse que minha amizade com ela não mudaria, e ele me garantiu que estava bem para seguir em frente. Nós nos reconectamos.
Em janeiro, logo após uma viagem, os esforços dele se intensificaram de forma avassaladora. Ele me inundou de atenção, demonstrou um interesse imenso, falou abertamente sobre um relacionamento sério e fez planos para o futuro muito rápido. Sabíamos dos riscos e da distância (morávamos em cidades diferentes), mas a química e a solidão mútua agiram como combustível, e eu me entreguei àquela projeção de segurança.
Em fevereiro, atingimos o nosso auge. Nós nos vimos, tivemos nossos encontros e dormimos juntos. Ele foi o primeiro homem com quem compartilhei minha intimidade em um nível tão profundo. Eu estava completamente apaixonada, viciada naquele afeto e naquela urgência. Eu planejava me entregar totalmente a ele e queria muito que ele fosse a minha primeira vez com penetração também, para que eu finalmente pudesse me sentir segura.
Mas o preço da instabilidade dele cobrou seu tributo por volta do final de abril, logo após ele começar a terapia. Ele se afastou abruptamente, alegando que "estava entendendo coisas sobre si mesmo, que ainda se sentia atraído por mim, mas que não estava no momento certo para um relacionamento", e propôs que fôssemos apenas amigos. Desesperada com a ideia de perdê-lo, aceitei esse acordo de amizade, mas permaneci em uma posição de espera velada.
Na tentativa de reverter a situação e ainda ter a minha primeira vez com ele, reservei uma viagem para a cidade dele em um feriado. Propus que ficássemos mais uma vez, contei o peso íntimo que aquilo tinha para mim, e ele aceitou o bônus de me ter lá.
A reviravolta aconteceu quando o destino mudou o rumo das coisas: a amiga que deveria me hospedar na cidade dele teve um imprevisto e não pôde mais me receber. Quando avisei a ele que a viagem não aconteceria, ele mudou. Passou a me tratar com distância e indiferença.
Exausta e cheia de ansiedade, eu o confrontei diretamente, perguntando se ele ainda queria ficar comigo. Foi aí que veio a contradição cruel e o descarte final: o cara que antes dizia que seu afastamento se devia a questões internas e não à falta de atração mudou o discurso, afirmando categoricamente que não desejava mais estar comigo e só me via como amiga. Ele admitiu que tinha sido irresponsável, confessou que não deveria ter me arrastado para a sua confusão, mas disse que só tinha percebido isso naquele exato momento.
Naquele mesmo instante, impus o meu limite: disse que se ele queria apenas amizade e eu queria algo mais, não nos falaríamos mais. Desde o início de maio, minha vida se transformou em um luto diário. O esgotamento emocional me deu noites terrivelmente agitadas. A solidão e a dor da rejeição me fizeram quebrar o "contato zero" algumas vezes, enviando vagas de emprego, resenhas de livros no Discord e vídeos no Instagram, implorando por um fiapo de atenção dele. E o que recebi em troca foi o silêncio absoluto. Um *ghosting* disfarçado de "terminamos em bons termos".
Dói aceitar que fui usada como apoio emocional (um degrau de transição) por alguém que me descartou no momento em que se sentiu estabilizado, empregado e amparado pela terapia.