Random chaos in your life, sudden anxiety, dreams where they appear, looking at you, chasing you, saying nothing but draining everything. You feel like something is pulling you back, and you just cannot explain it. That is a lingering attachment. That is the spiritual injury they are trying to reopen because they are still trying to punish you for choosing peace. That injury you gave them by leaving—they never healed. It fed, and they carried it around like a gaping hole that nothing else can fill: not their new partner, not their money, not their achievements. Because they did not just lose you; they lost the only chance they had at being loved without having to earn it.
Now, if they discarded you, the story changes again in their mind. That was power, that was control; that was their way of staying in charge of the narrative. Even if they were the ones who left, there is an underlying bitterness because deep down, they feel they did not extract everything they could have from you. They did not use you to your full potential. And yes, that is the only kind of regret they feel—not the regret of hurting you, not the regret of losing your soul, but the regret of not draining you fully before you collapsed. They regret not getting every last drop of attention, care, sacrifice, sex, time, money, or admiration. That is the only thing they wish they had done differently: bled you dry.
When they miss you, it’s not because they remember your love or the way you used to look at them. It’s not because they loved your soul like you did. They never saw your soul. They never saw you. They never took the time to connect with you. When they miss you, what they miss is what you did for them: the comfort, the caretaking, the way you soothed their wounds, the way you made them feel important. They miss the mirror you held up to them, the one that reflected the version of themselves they loved pretending to be. But the real you—the one who was hurting, the one who was screaming silently while holding everything together—they never saw it. They could not see that because you were not a person to them; you were a resource, a source of supply, a tool.
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