Messaging is methadone - it tricks you into thinking you’re still getting the good stuff but in reality it’s s poor substitution and it’s keeping you hooked.
This sounds awful but honestly a week ago I was literally begging my ex to take me back, that I would do anything, put up with any amount of shit, including letting him kick my furniture around when he’s angry and call me names (this is why we split up). I left all my dignity on the floor that day and literally threw myself at his mercy. I bet he fucking loved it and he got to say “I need time, I’m not sure I want to be in a relationship with anyone right now. The next woman will be the one I spend forever with so I need to make this decision carefully. But whatever happens, things won’t be like before, I’ll have some stipulations and you’ll have to be more flexible, tolerant etc”
Essentially he offered me the 50/50 chance of a fraction of a watered down, lukewarm version of the love I’d been missing.
Mentally I decided that was it. I wasn’t going to beg for someone who didn’t want me. If he can live without me, let him.
I messaged a guy on Plenty of Fish, we had a phone chat and got on well, have said we’ll meet up next weekend for a coffee and a chat, and suddenly I feel 10 tons lighter. I can see that going backwards wasn’t going to help me. It would just mean all the old problems are still waiting for me, but with less love and tolerance from him.
Revisiting the past for a day was a nice reminder of both the good times and the bad. The sex was amazing as it always was, but I’m sure once I meet someone else I can have that again. And the connection that comes with it.
Keep strong, imagine the best - and worst - case scenario if you message. Could your heart take the worst case? And does the best case really take you forward in your life?