Love-Bombed & Ghosted: How My Narcissistic Avoidant Ex Played Me Like a Fool.
I dated this girl for almost a year my first long-distance relationship. She lived in the UK, and I was new to the whole distance thing, but at first, it felt amazing. We talked every day, shared everything online, and after a few weeks, she flew to Paris to meet me for three days. It was intense. She love-bombed me with so much affection, so much attention and of course, I fell hard. I knew I was in trouble from the start.
The first few months were perfect. Fast replies, deep conversations, constant calls. But once the honeymoon phase ended, she started pulling away. Messages became slower. She rarely initiated calls. I was the only one keeping us alive. Then came the first breakup a sudden "I can't do this" text out of nowhere. She came back hours later like nothing happened. That's when I realized something was wrong. I started researching and discovered avoidant attachment. Suddenly, everything made sense:
I hate her for this: in every argument, in every moment we needed to connect deeper, she only ever chose one option break up. Like a broken record. No working through it, no compromise just the nuclear button, over and over. Her moods swung violently affectionate at breakfast, cold by lunchtime. I was constantly walking on eggshells, terrified that one wrong word would make her detonate. How do you build a future with someone who refuses to stay through the hard parts?
Seven breakups. Seven fucking times...
And every single time, I begged. Like a desperate fool, I crawled back, pleading for another chance, swearing we could fix it. I gave her everything my heart, my trust, my goddamn future and she treated it like a joke. I had plans. Real ones. Trips, a home, a life built together. I saw it all so clearly. But to her? I was just a placeholder. A temporary distraction until something better came along. Now she's out there playing the victim? Telling everyone I was the problem? After all the lies, the mind games, the way she made me feel like I was begging for scraps of affection? Here’s the cruel truth: I was the only one trying.
While I was:
She was:
The last discard was the cruelest: "I never loved you. I was just pretending." Then she:
She was right about one thing: we were strangers. Because the person I loved never really existed. That perfect girl from the first few months? Just a mirror she held up to reflect what I wanted to see. Now? I’m picking up the pieces. Learning to trust again. And most importantly, learning to choose myself first.
To anyone reading this: If you're loving someone who makes you feel alone, remember you deserve someone who stays.