The pain of being ghosted is hard to explain.
It’s definitely not as bad as a broken heart, but boy, does it suck!
You built someone up in your head, thinking it was going somewhere and would turn into this amazing thing but it never does. It’s not like a normal breakup, where you’re mourning the end of a chapter of your life, so it’s almost like, what are you actually sad about?
It’s especially worse when you’ve bragged to your friends about the new person you’ve been seeing or talking to, and how well you it’s going (or so you think).
Then, boom – they stop responding to your messages, don’t answer your calls… or even worse, you get blocked.
Then the panic starts to set in … “was it something I said?”, “was it something I did?”, “Is it what I was wearing?” and the worst of them all; “am I just not good enough?”
Eventually, you might come to your senses and realise that the ghoster is nothing but a coward, someone who wasn’t man/woman enough to simply tell you that they weren’t feeling it anymore. It can take a while to come to this conclusion though, especially as women, we just automatically assume that we were not ‘something’ enough, but in reality, they’re not brave enough to communicate what it is that made them walk away, and sometimes there might not even be a reason.
And you just have to accept that you’ll never know, and move on with your life.
My dumb ass was in the bathroom in Nando’s’ thinking to myself, “Oh my God, I think I’ve finally met my person!”
Meanwhile, this nigga was plotting his escape!
As soon as I got back to the table, I sensed a shift in his energy, but I thought “maybe he’s just tired,” and brushed it aside.
He suddenly said “are you ready to go?”, to which I responded “where?” thinking that he wanted to go somewhere for drinks or dessert, but he had other plans.
“Home! What, you wanna sleep here or something?” He said, laughing.
That shift in his energy that I had felt earlier was definitely there.
We headed towards the tube station, where he gave me an awkward, one-armed hug before walking into the station and leaving me to go to the bus stop on my own.
There was no “did you get home safely?” message or call, but I could see he was constantly online on WhatsApp. I eventually gave up and decided to stop torturing myself, and went to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to find that I had been blocked.
I swore off dating for a while after that.
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