I have managed to 'survive' 14 days without trying to contact my 'ex' friend/fwb/whoever he was.
Before that it was 2 weeks too, but I had a weak moment one Friday evening and sent a short message that he did not respond to.
Since then I keep repeating to myself - if he ever wants to reach out to you, he knows where you are. You did nothing wrong and he should be the one to contact you. If he doesn't, it means he does not want to be in touch. Humiliation and the sense of being unwanted 'helped' in its twisted way.
Today I took another step - I deleted his phone number and all whatsapp messages. I still have his number somewhere on my email so it isn't easily available, and there are no texts or pics, to awake memories and to obsess about, especially when sleepless in bed.
What I struggle with most is the fact that I might have been such a bad judge of character again etc. But to be honest, I am starting to see things more clearly about why we didn't make it after such a promising beginning...
I realised that he doesn't need to be a bad person, we just didn't meet in the right time for anything serious/stable to develop.
He realised he is still not over his ex... as far as I am aware they will try to patch things up, at least this is what he wants now, so no wonders there is no space in his life and mind for me...
We have only known each other for 8 months and he lived with his ex for 5 years... there is a lot of history to deal with.
I have been through similar in the past (coming back to ex) and I can honestly tell that you cannot embrace on a new person until you are dealt with the past.... there were people I fancied through the months when ex was trying to ' win me back', and I must admit that as soon as I woke up hope that we can make it work, any other man stopped being important... even though I did like and respect them.
All love and hope of reconciliation must die in order to be free for new stuff, new people.
What helps me is thinking that I might still reconnect with him, as friends, in the future. Either this, or realization that in a year or two I just won't care about it anymore. Deep down I am almost certain he is a good guy and just cut me off to make it easier for me... but tbh it all doesn't matter, because I slowly start GETTING it that I need to focus on myself and what I want and need, in order to create any healthy relationship, with anyone, in the future.
Maybe it all does happen for a reason.
Days like today are hard though, lonely Sunday, just me and the cat... DD on holiday. I am tired of going out alone and making things just for myself, or even with Friends... but I am slowly accepting the fact it is what it is now, and I can honestly say I do feel a tiny bit better than 2 or 3 weeks ago.