I ended my relationship in October (>12 months together) and felt relieved. I didn’t cry, I wasn’t upset, I genuinely felt like the weight of the world was lifted off of my shoulders. The relationship was awful from start to finish, but I was very vulnerable and going through my own suffering (miscarriage and heartbreak) that instead of allowing myself to heal, I jumped into a relationship with someone worse off (an addict and lowlife). I can honestly say that I never loved him and most of what should be good memories of this year are terribly bad because of him.
I finally found confidence and seen sense. I asked for space and we went completely no contact for over several weeks, I felt like myself again and I felt free. I decided to go out with friends and bumped into his cousins. They very rudely and abruptly interrupted me at the bar while I was talking to a male colleague asking very bluntly were we together (no hello or how are you). I felt embarrassed in front of my male colleague. I decided to message him and mention what had happened, it felt odd and I didn’t want it to happen again, and he said he might not have mentioned anything about us to them (being over) so their reaction did make sense.
Something I hope to leave behind in 2023 is being a people pleaser. I maintained civil conversation with him, he wished me a Happy Christmas, mentioned he bought me a gift (that I told him to return), and I decided to stop replying (he kept telling me he loved me), he followed up by asking was I alive and then wished me a Happy New Year. I feel suffocated and the idea of ever seeing this man again makes me physically sick but I also feel unreasonable in the sense that I brought this on myself by messaging him after encountering his cousins.
I stayed in most of Christmas and went out only once in rural a village because the idea of bumping into his cousins again really had me on edge. My ex is too tight to pay for a night out so I know the chances of ever seeing him is slim but I’m just worried he might try come to my work or house one day for “an answer” as to why I’ve stopped replying. I don’t know what to do, I feel at a complete loss, but I really never ever want to speak to him again. The idea of replying makes me feel anxious.