35 People Who Were Ghosted By Their Long-Term Partners With Absolutely No Warning Whatsoever

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“He was cute, charming, funny, and charismatic. He was covered in tattoos and had eyes I could (and did) get lost in. We met in the fall of 2001. Both our chemistry and attraction were noticeable to everyone around us. There were rumors of us hooking up, but unbeknownst to those people, we didn’t because we lost contact with each other. We met by fate two years later on a telephone chat line on Christmas 2003. I thought I had the perfect guy for me (with a few issues), but that wasn’t the case.”

“Over the course of nearly 20 years, between his cheating and mind games, almost losing my career, and his six-year prison stint for a crime he committed in self-defense (public defender didn’t see it as such), we broke up, got back together, and broke up again. Finally, things started to feel better during the summer of 2020. For years, promises of a future and sweet texts were exchanged, usually in the morning, while he’d go quiet at night. 

I tested him. We got into ANOTHER argument, and I gave him yet another warning about how karma would come for him if he didn’t treat me with respect. One week turned into two, which turned into five. He didn’t call, and I had no desire to call him either. Finally, he called a week before his birthday, and I purposely waited over a week to contact him. I could tell he was mad, and I didn’t care. 

I found out he started dating a married woman who, in the end, chose her husband over him and set him up to be killed, which he survived. In the summer of 2022, we reconnected after ghosting. What I once found attractive made my skin crawl, and I had an anxiety attack. I couldn’t breathe when I saw him; my hands were shaking, and I thought I was going to die in his presence. After seeing him, I raced home, relieved to be in my own safe place, and the next day, I realized I was ghosted yet again, this time for good. I was hurt, angry, confused, and sad. I didn’t understand how or why this happened again.

Ghosts are better off left alone. It’s been two years, and I got my dream job, bought a new car, and continued to rebuild personally and professionally. I’ve pursued my interests, one that led me to a producer who featured me on his podcast discussing pro wrestling. I’ve also reconnected with a past love, and I’m packing up my apartment to move in with him at the end of this month. Things are great and keep getting better. As for my ghost? He’s 45, still living at home, riding around, picking up women in bars, and trusting total strangers. Me? A weight has been lifted, and I’m better than ever.”

—Anonymous