I messaged my ex asking if we could meet and got told in no uncertain terms that he wasn't interested and that I need to move on .
He's right. I do. And now that I've had a good old cry, I feel oddly at peace. I've spent months hoping he'd get in touch, convinced that he was still in love with me as well. Now I know 100% that he isn't, any uncertainty is gone and I have no choice but to put him behind me and move on. That feels almost like a positive right now.
The worst thing? I did this after he broke up with me in the first place by ghosting me. Where the hell is my self-respect
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A few months after he disappeared I started online dating and while it was fun to get dressed up and meet new people I knew that deep down I wasn't ready to be intimate with someone else. Knocked it on the head and have been feeling very lonely for the last few months (hence the bad, bad choices).
So that's that. I'm still not interested in dating but am going to focus on myself and my future now.
Manly pats on the back welcome.