Sorry this one will be long.
Hello, I am: 23, 170cm, 70kg. Athletic.
I have been working with a US company as a freelancer for months (7-8), and slowly and gradually I came upon the current pay where if I were to work 10 hours every day for a few months, I might just get my own house. Since I am from a third world country, each dollar is more than enough to buy a meal here.
It's all good till then, but over the years I think I messed up relationship and now it sits at the bottom. I was so consumed by the lust and ego that I killed it by my hands personally, and now it feels unfixable.
More than two years into our love/relationship, I kept hiding things from her while she told me everything on her side. She was more devoted, very caring and loving towards me, but I remember once in 2024 I remember talking to a college junior of mine, especially about the poetry she posted on instagram, about the meaning and stuffs, and for some reason I deleted it, thinking oh she might get angry. I was caught, and ever since the trust on me is downside. Each time I tried to fix things, a new minor issue would come up. All on me, all. In fact I remember I backbitched about her to my friend again back in 2024 when we were 6 months into this dating. Nothing to clarify on this, you can say I was a pretty ****ty person.
Trust, her emotions and everything was left so broken that minor problems later turned into bigger problems: Not showing messages on who I had conversation with, some jokes about MILFs which I had for some reason saved in my telegram from 2022 I think, some school farewell photos where I was standing pretty close with my ex hands on her waist and stuffs.
All these got way worse, when my sex addiction got worse. We both were very into this in fact being the first for each other in every manner, we were simply quite addicted to each other, but there was this moment when we were on a trip with her best friend in mountainous countryside where she said she wasn't interested, and I would seduce here, and push her for it. I think I forced myself on her, we had a fight next morning, and I apologized for what I did in lust.
Suddenly next night she wanted sex at 3AM, on the very same large size bed her friend was sleeping just across it. She called it the best sex of her life, and I thought everything was fixed.
Relationship turned more toxic over time, more fights and more arguments then more sex the very next day for hours. I seriously didn't understand what was happening. From my understanding she characterized me as a kind of a playboy who used her for sex, which I didn't. My body county is still one, and I haven't touched a single girl ever since I met her. I won over her body, and slowly lost her heart.
She says now she hates me, and blocks me. Few days later unblocks me, and wants to sleep together just sleep, which eventually turns into a sex, and then fights that I raped her or forced myself on her? A week later forgives it, and wants to travel with me. Then it repeats.
I started fixing myself up, earning money, paid my education loan, made her work too with me with what she paid her own loan, I paid my father's loan, and suddenly I was a man of this house. To make her feel secure, I stopped talking to any girl. My good friend on which we had multiple arguments on, I stopped talking to him too. Couldn't bear it. Every conversation was taken out of context, there would be tears, trauma of the past, and my years old mistakes. The loop keeps on going, and I have no one now. I keep blaming myself, thinking I destroyed something beautiful.
Lately I realized things were going more downhill. This hate-love relationship continues, and I am single-handedly sustaining a family of two elder sisters, a mother, and a father. I pay electricity bills, invest in stocks, invest in bond account through my mother's name, getting refrigerators and ROs fixed, getting new ACs and what not.
It has been months since anyone has asked me how am I. No one cares I work to the point of red sore eyes, just to get back to a woman who hates me then hates herself for loving me. A family who really loves for me, cares for me but somehow also has a list of things they want. Mother wants a gold chain, father wants me to buy a new land, mother wants a new bed, AC etc.
For someone who grew up in poverty, this work opportunity was not something I could give up, and unable to cope up with all of this, I started taking Ashwagandha, and now I feel nothing. No emotions, no tears, no smile, no sadness, nothing. Pure hollowness. I haven't talked to anyone much beyond work, money, geopolitics and stocks. Everything feels hollow, and deep down I hate myself. A feeling which reminds me of that movie named American Psycho.
Mind is more deranged too, somedays I think I should get a prostitute instead just to talk to me, and for once someone will hold a conversation which isn't a fight, swearings, or asking for some money like my family does.
I try to fix things with her, showing how I respect her, consider her consent, care for her and if she wants would do anything for her. But nothing seems to work. Things started getting so bitter, that even holding a normal 2-liner conversation is a pure hell.
Till now I have been telling myself: Suck it up. It's your fault, go on be a man and fix it, but this doesn't work and I don't know what to do.
Hello, I am: 23, 170cm, 70kg. Athletic.
I have been working with a US company as a freelancer for months (7-8), and slowly and gradually I came upon the current pay where if I were to work 10 hours every day for a few months, I might just get my own house. Since I am from a third world country, each dollar is more than enough to buy a meal here.
It's all good till then, but over the years I think I messed up relationship and now it sits at the bottom. I was so consumed by the lust and ego that I killed it by my hands personally, and now it feels unfixable.
More than two years into our love/relationship, I kept hiding things from her while she told me everything on her side. She was more devoted, very caring and loving towards me, but I remember once in 2024 I remember talking to a college junior of mine, especially about the poetry she posted on instagram, about the meaning and stuffs, and for some reason I deleted it, thinking oh she might get angry. I was caught, and ever since the trust on me is downside. Each time I tried to fix things, a new minor issue would come up. All on me, all. In fact I remember I backbitched about her to my friend again back in 2024 when we were 6 months into this dating. Nothing to clarify on this, you can say I was a pretty ****ty person.
Trust, her emotions and everything was left so broken that minor problems later turned into bigger problems: Not showing messages on who I had conversation with, some jokes about MILFs which I had for some reason saved in my telegram from 2022 I think, some school farewell photos where I was standing pretty close with my ex hands on her waist and stuffs.
All these got way worse, when my sex addiction got worse. We both were very into this in fact being the first for each other in every manner, we were simply quite addicted to each other, but there was this moment when we were on a trip with her best friend in mountainous countryside where she said she wasn't interested, and I would seduce here, and push her for it. I think I forced myself on her, we had a fight next morning, and I apologized for what I did in lust.
Suddenly next night she wanted sex at 3AM, on the very same large size bed her friend was sleeping just across it. She called it the best sex of her life, and I thought everything was fixed.
Relationship turned more toxic over time, more fights and more arguments then more sex the very next day for hours. I seriously didn't understand what was happening. From my understanding she characterized me as a kind of a playboy who used her for sex, which I didn't. My body county is still one, and I haven't touched a single girl ever since I met her. I won over her body, and slowly lost her heart.
She says now she hates me, and blocks me. Few days later unblocks me, and wants to sleep together just sleep, which eventually turns into a sex, and then fights that I raped her or forced myself on her? A week later forgives it, and wants to travel with me. Then it repeats.
I started fixing myself up, earning money, paid my education loan, made her work too with me with what she paid her own loan, I paid my father's loan, and suddenly I was a man of this house. To make her feel secure, I stopped talking to any girl. My good friend on which we had multiple arguments on, I stopped talking to him too. Couldn't bear it. Every conversation was taken out of context, there would be tears, trauma of the past, and my years old mistakes. The loop keeps on going, and I have no one now. I keep blaming myself, thinking I destroyed something beautiful.
Lately I realized things were going more downhill. This hate-love relationship continues, and I am single-handedly sustaining a family of two elder sisters, a mother, and a father. I pay electricity bills, invest in stocks, invest in bond account through my mother's name, getting refrigerators and ROs fixed, getting new ACs and what not.
It has been months since anyone has asked me how am I. No one cares I work to the point of red sore eyes, just to get back to a woman who hates me then hates herself for loving me. A family who really loves for me, cares for me but somehow also has a list of things they want. Mother wants a gold chain, father wants me to buy a new land, mother wants a new bed, AC etc.
For someone who grew up in poverty, this work opportunity was not something I could give up, and unable to cope up with all of this, I started taking Ashwagandha, and now I feel nothing. No emotions, no tears, no smile, no sadness, nothing. Pure hollowness. I haven't talked to anyone much beyond work, money, geopolitics and stocks. Everything feels hollow, and deep down I hate myself. A feeling which reminds me of that movie named American Psycho.
Mind is more deranged too, somedays I think I should get a prostitute instead just to talk to me, and for once someone will hold a conversation which isn't a fight, swearings, or asking for some money like my family does.
I try to fix things with her, showing how I respect her, consider her consent, care for her and if she wants would do anything for her. But nothing seems to work. Things started getting so bitter, that even holding a normal 2-liner conversation is a pure hell.
Till now I have been telling myself: Suck it up. It's your fault, go on be a man and fix it, but this doesn't work and I don't know what to do.
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