r/AskLesbians • u/Ok-Chocolate2139 • 1h ago
I Don’t Know If I’m In Love Anymore Or If I’ve Just Spent The Last Year Surviving
I honestly don’t know where to start. I think I’ve reached the point where I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I don’t know if I’m falling out of love, if I’m burnt out, if I’m traumatized, or if I’m just a horrible person.
I (24F) have been with my girlfriend (22F) for a year now. She loves me. I know she does. She has loved me loudly, thoughtfully and intentionally. But somewhere along the way… I think I stopped feeling.
I don’t enjoy kissing her. I genuinely don’t. I kiss her because she’s my girlfriend. I don’t feel butterflies. I don’t feel excitement. I don’t miss her when we’re apart. It feels like something I’m supposed to do. And I hate admitting that. The worst part is that I don’t even know if I can blame myself because of everything that has happened between us.
For almost our entire relationship, I have felt responsible for keeping her alive.
1. She once walked from Membley Estate to Kahawa Sukari (6k) in the middle of the night through a dangerous field where a girl had literally been raped shortly after she passed through there. I offered her money for transport. She refused it and insisted on walking anyway.
2. She has tried jumping out of a moving car while I was inside because she wanted to kill herself.
3. She tried jumping off her balcony. I had to physically pull her back while crying and calling her sister.
4. I locked us in her room, she wanted to leave to kill herself, and when I stood in front of the door because I didn’t want her leaving, she screamed at me, tried forcing the door open and broke the door handle. The handle is still broken. She has told me multiple times she wanted to die. One night she told me she was going to kill herself. I spent the entire night begging her not to.
5. She once told me she threw herself off the fifth floor of a building and somehow survived.
6. She has cut herself before and showed her ex-girlfriend.
7. When I finally gathered enough courage to break up with her, she threatened to either come to my parents’ house and make a scene or jump in front of a car if I didn’t let her come over to talk. So I let her come. And I took her back. Not because I suddenly wanted to. Because I was scared.
8. She later told me she was never supposed to make it to the end of 2025 and that I was the reason she did. Imagine carrying that. Imagine trying to leave someone after hearing that.
9. She went to therapy once, did some tests, then later told me she scored 100 on BPD, anxiety, depression and something else. She never got medication. She never got an actual diagnosis that I’m aware of. But during one of the suicide incidents she kept saying nobody understood what it was like to have BPD. I honestly don’t know what to believe anymore.
10. Back in high school she faked having tics until someone called her out.
11. She has also told me she traumatized multiple ex-girlfriends with suicide attempts or threats.
12. She lies. She lied to me about doing a degree. She was actually doing a diploma. It sounds small compared to everything else, but it shattered my trust because if someone can lie about something that fundamental for so long, what else have they lied about?
13. She isn’t ambitious. She talks about not wanting to graduate until she’s 30 or 35 because she wants to “enjoy her twenties.”
Sometimes she does things that make absolutely no sense to me and then I’m somehow left feeling guilty afterwards.
14. She also has this thing where she acts like she knows everything. She’ll confidently speak Spanish despite not actually knowing Spanish. She’ll say things that are completely wrong with so much confidence that if you didn’t know better you’d believe her.
15. She’ll insist I’ve orgasmed when I know I haven’t. Sometimes I’m literally dry. Sometimes it’s just discharge. Sometimes I squirt. She calls all of it “cumming.” No matter how many times I know what happened to MY body, she’ll insist otherwise.
It’s like she knows my body better than I do.
She also has sex rough. Sometimes it genuinely hurts when she goes in.
I’ve told her it hurts. Sometimes she keeps going before stopping, even after I tell her not to go in because it hurts. Every single time I end up wondering whether I’m overreacting.
16. Then there’s little things. We were watching Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse. She’d already seen it. She wanted to watch my reaction. I naturally predict movies really well. I’ve always been able to figure out plot twists. I guessed two things correctly. She paused the movie. Got upset. Told me I ruined the experience. Paused it again. I apologized. She paused it AGAIN. Eventually she yelled that she didn’t even want to watch the movie anymore. I just quietly collected my things and went to her room. She later told me she didn’t know if she wanted to watch movies with me anymore because I “finish the story.” (I lowkey understood her her. I messed up here) Little moments like that leave me feeling like I’m always somehow doing something wrong.
Lately I’ve realized something that makes me feel physically sick. If she broke up with me, I think I’d be okay. Maybe relieved. Even typing that makes my throat tighten. Because she deserves someone whose eyes light up when she walks into the room. Someone who genuinely wants to kiss her. Someone who isn’t internally irritated by half the things she says. Someone who doesn’t question whether they’re staying because they love her or because they’re terrified of what she’ll do if they leave.
I don’t know whether I still love her romantically. I don’t know whether I’ve simply become numb. I don’t know whether this relationship has slowly broken something inside me. I don’t know whether I can learn to love someone again after feeling like this. I don’t want to hurt her. But I also don’t know if staying because I’m afraid of hurting someone is love.
Has anyone ever come back from feeling this disconnected? Or is this what the end of a relationship feels like before either person admits it?