Hey guys, I haven’t yet figured out how to change my URL so for now it will say ‘thejournalingtype” instead of “Kayastation”. Also excuse me in advance for my grammar, although I been speaking English for years and my writing have changed, I still make many grammar errors.
This post for me is very hard to write because I really didn’t thought any of this would be happening, not to me and not again. Years ago I wrote a story in my Tumblr that was title “Leaving my Home for a Hole”, is just story of what I did for someone I loved. I don’t read it at all because it brings back memories and this story that I am writing today will be one of those, it will be here but I will not be here to read it.
I was in a relationship for 5 years, 5 years is a lot for me because is the longest I have ever been in a relationship. It meant a lot to me and I thought I was building something that was worth every minute of my life. For the past year we have been fighting, majority the past 9 months, everything started to go to hell (excuse my language) when November came. In September 2024 I started College, I was excited and also scared but I wanted to give it my all, Alan (I will call my ex-partner Alan because I think it will be better than saying “Ex”) stopped working in November, his job was seasonal and because of the snow, the cold weather, the park would let go of them until Spring (basically). His job also allowed him to apply for unemployment during that time until the place opens up again, so after a month he started receiving unemployment and decided to take a little break and not find a job. I finished my classes in December, with great grades and in time, so we decide to stay in a Hotel for a few days (and by we I mean me, I plan and pay most of the thing) and also had Christmas there too. A little detail that you might not know, I live in my van and so going from my van to a Hotel can be a huge help in many occasions. Through out all this months that I been taking online classes in college his grandma start to feel bad, not like herself, she would forget things and even the people she grow old with in the house. Well he felt forced to stay inside the house and help out by being there and taking care of her when the family would go out to do things or hang out with their friends and because we in that moment didn’t have a car and we are homebodies we would never go out, not even on dates so everyone knew “Kaya and Alan stays at home every day, they will not be leaving, they can watch over her” and is true, I really didn’t mind helping out, actually in many occasion his dad would leave to do things or pick up his girlfriend while Alan was asleep and because I was staying inside either studying or on my tablet he would tell me that he would be back later and to call him if something happens (this was something Alan hated, his dad asking me for help or depending on me). But through out all this months I have been staying in, helping and also spending a lot of time with Alan, being there physically and emotional while also studying for my classes. We had a lot of fights, sometimes about him no appreciating what I do and me asking for more of his support and help. What would bother me is that I was doing so much and he was inside “taking care of his grandma” but when I would go inside a lot of the time he was sitting in the sofa playing video games, in his laptop watching anime or in his phone eternally scrolling through facebook videos or sleeping. I was there for him, for his family, I would make sure he was okay since he dealt with a lot of mental health problems, depression, I tried my best. He couldn’t either handle payments and doing the bare minimum so I felt forced to pick up on that work, he would say “Why you feel force? Why if I can’t you have to do it? You don’t have to Kaya, no one is saying you need to do this” but I would tell him that if I wouldn’t do it, than who? And he would respond with something like we can both not do it, we can both be depressed together and just because one is depressed doesn’t mean the other can’t be, but I didn’t believed in that. I was so overwhelmed with payments, bills, debt, I had to count every penny while he was going through whatever he needed to go through. My financial aid became the income of the household because whatever he was making from unemployment wasn’t enough and he wasn’t also sharing with me, forcing me to keep paying everything myself. So when I finished college I needed a break, I wanted to stay in a Hotel for a little bit because I was tired of surviving.
I was a bit scared to be here because a couple of months back we stay in this same hotel, one thing Alan always had a problem with was not getting trigger, not screaming and taking things to heart, so while we where both fighting outside the hotel (which I hate, I always say, no one have to hear what we are fighting about or have to hear us), this guy comes out of nowhere, he looked mad, in a seconds he blow up in front of Alan, he told him that he been listing for a while to us fighting, that he been listing to him screaming at me, that he didn’t have to scream at me, that I was a woman and the yelling and disrespect towards me was something he couldn’t listing to anymore. That’s when I smelled it, he was drunk, he have been drinking. This guy was mad and drunk and all I could do is step in front of Alan and tell this person that we are all fine, we where just having a discussion and thank you, but I was scared, I though, something bad is going to happen here and I don’t know how I am going to redirect this.
This guy still continues to yell at Alan, he even insinuated to start a fight with him and I told him to please don’t, that we are sorry for being too loud and that I apologize for the problem. Alan of course he was mad, I could see the look in his face but also scared because I bet this is not something that ever happens. This guy was ready and he was pissed. He said something along the lines like “you better not scream at her anymore and if I hear something I will be coming back”, but during the rest of that trip, I didn’t wanted to go out, because I was afraid this guy would see us and start something again. All this happened late at night, I wonder if he was inside the hotel and could hear us or outside, either way we went back in, Alan was mad, after talking for a couple minutes about what happened he asked me if I liked that, that another guy came to us to tell him that he didn’t like that Alan was screaming at me and I was a little mad at the question. Did I like that a drunk guy or even just a random guy in the middle of the night comes in mad and almost running towards us and starts to yell at him making me feel unsafe? Because I didn’t see him coming at all, if it wasn’t because Alan made a gesture of this guy coming behind me I wouldn’t have known. No, I didn’t like that but deep down I was slightly glad someone heard us and told him about him screaming, because this is how all of our fights end up in, him screaming and not caring where we at, not caring about the people around him, if he is being too loud, if people are trying to sleep, he never cares because in his mind this is normal and couples always fight.
But this didn’t stop him, it didn’t changed him because even to the last day of us being together he continue to be the same.
A couple of month pass, I started my second semester of college, there where good times in our relationship but he did something again, and this time it was the start of the end of our relationship.
He was still surviving from his unemployment, taking care of his grandma and not really making any plans, me having to remind him of payments and most time paying it myself or getting myself in more debt. About a couple weeks to almost of month of me being in college, he says to me that he have not been feeling good, mentally, that our relationship have also add up to it and that he been depressed. Talking about having suicidal thoughts and not being able to stop his mind from having this thoughts, obviously I was worried, I tried to be there for him, I checked in on him every day, made him food, brought it inside his home and gave him space, this is what happened.
I took the time to write this, to draw this to show you what happened, there is three images, one in his dinning room where he told me about his mental health, the phone image and his living room, while in the sofa, the moment when he actually told me the truth.

Even after everything I had done for him, I felt like a knife, like my heart was being torn apart, making me believe that I was the problem, our relationship, his mental health, but it was because he was scared to come clean about it, everyone making me feel like I was overreacting. Yes, she doesn’t live in this country but they have been intimate in a way, they both have seen themself unclothe, shared images, he even told her “I missed you”, while being with another person? While being with me? That broke the thrust I had towards him, before I used to have doubts of just little lies that wasn’t that big of a deal but this? This was no little lie, I was surviving out there alone while he was in his comfy house texting his ex, talking about us and quote “helping her with her abusive boyfriend”.
He couldn’t drop what happened, didn’t gave me space, no emotional support, he wanted to continue talking about it and making excuse, so, a day or two after that, him and his dad drops me off at the train station to go to college and I didn’t kiss him goodbye, I didn’t even look at him on my way out, I was so hurt. I am not sure if he started the text or if I did but I told him everything, how hurt I was, how much I hated him and along those line I told him that my phones battery was about to die soon and that I didn’t brought my charger and that he wasn’t worth me spending my last charge of battery on him. Apparently that hit him hard, because he told me everything that happened, that he was crying so bad, that his dad had to come in and asked what happened, that he showed him the text and was saying “She want you to keep supporting her? What she means, we just drop her off at the station?” I was furious and he knew it, I thought, yeah because what you did, lie, cheat and betray me that whole week does not top that? Because instead of you supporting me and just being there for me wasn’t something you where doing except continue giving excuses to what you did. And now showing your dad my text of me being angry at you to make you seem like I was the one being mean towards you, no one is there when you do the things you do but everyone sees everything I do? Always the victim, but you know what I did? I apologize, I had to be there for him for days because he was mad and sad about what I said, what I did, I had to be there for him. And this always happens, I feel bad and he is there for a day to make me feel better and the next day he is sad, depressed, mad and now I have to be there for him, my problems can’t last more than a day, two days top but his last a week and if not weeks.
I had to move past it, we fight a lot, disagree on many things and him still no job and no support and me trying to continue to survive, give my all, forgive and forget.
We had two big fight which is when our relationship finally came to an end. The first one, I was with him in the living room watching tv, we had a fight, so I got up and I told him that I am leaving to the van, we fight some more and I leave. From my van I can hear him scream, throwing things, being mad, I well got worried and I go inside, I tell him, “Alan I can hear you from outside screaming and throwing things” and he says he doesn’t care, this is his house. I tell him, your grandma is in the other room trying to sleep, this will scare her or even wake her up if she is sleeping and he continues to say “I don’t care, she is not your grandma, why you care” and honestly I cared, because one it really wasn‘t his house, it was hers and two I could never do something like that, this screaming and throwing things happened because of us fighting and if his brother and dad come back home to this, they will be super worried but he really didn’t cared. In this moment he is mad that I am there so he walks towards me with a face that I never want to see again, and he tells me that he doesn’t care and to leave, I got scared and took my phone out and started recording him, he got more mad and I told him that he is getting aggressive and for my own safety I was recording, and he starts to walk towards me again, making a mimicking voice, I couldn’t really member what he was saying but basically making fun or acting crazy, like as if saying oh you afraid Kaya?. He says you came in to my house and started recording me, I told him I came in because I was worried about this grandma and that he wouldn’t do anything stupid like hurt himself in the process because is a pattern for him, he hurts himself and blames it on the anger and our fights, giving a reason why it was acceptable. Either way, days have passed, we talk about it and I told him that I can delete the video if he wants, I record the video because in Massachussets I don’t have friends or family I am all alone and if something happens they will not believe me because his family will defend him to their last breath and who will defend me? Who will be on my side? And so he said yes, I delete it the video and he was there while I was doing it.
Although, this wasn’t the last time I needed to record our fight, while fighting he started lying about what he did and was just happened and so I took my phone out, this fight took place outside my van while I was in the driver seat, when I told him I was going to leave, he hold my door and told me not to and a few minutes later he said I hit him with the door and so I was like I am not going through this without proof, and even on the video he said that I hit him but you can see that every time I am trying to close the door he is holding it, stopping me from closing the door, saying “Kaya if you love me, hold my hand Kaya, hold my hand” and I couldn’t believe what he said, I told him you don’t need me to hold your hand for you to know I love you and I do anything for you, so no, I am not going to hold it, you should know how I feel about you because if I didn’t I wouldn’t be here with you.
This fight made me think about our relationship a lot, a couple days after I left for a trip with a friend, Alan and I had one fight/discussion through the phone but beside that, we had a good communication and I was happy, I finally could talk to him about everything, he was there for me while going through some hard times in the trip, he would text or call me, I loved it, I couldn’t wait to go home and hug and kiss, but that didn’t last long, 3 whole days, on the 4th day, a Friday, May 23, 2025 to be exact we had a discussion, a fright, me being mad, he not understanding, me explaining, him thinking that it didn’t made sense why I was mad, he than start talking about that day I took a video of him, and again, not talking about what he did or how we end up fighting but mad about me taking the video, is never about what happened or how we got there or if he was wrong, he would look at the small things and say although I was wrong about this but I was mad you took a video so, basically I am right and no matter what I did, this tops that. Again, bringing his dad in this saying that he also agreed that what I did, recording him, was wrong and that I was wrong. And I told him, so you really mad about that? You think I was wrong? I was seeing that as protecting my truth and you though I was wrong even so you behave poorly and also lied? And he said yes, so I told him, get out of the van I am leaving. So he did and that was the last time I saw him.
He called me like 13 times and I didn’t pick up the phone, I was driving and I don’t like to be on the phone while driving and more when I am mad. After he stops calling I sent him a nasty text, I was mad, so mad. And days passed and he didn’t said anything, I keep texting and nothing, I called him and no answer, I left voicemails and nothing and so I thought, what did I do? Why I left? I missed him, I love him, I gave 5 years of this relationship, it must mean something? I called, I was worried he would self harm, I was worried for his well being, I apologize and asked him to take me back but he didn’t answer, I left voicemails crying, in pain, asking for help and he did not cared. So I texted his dad, and I asked him “Is Alan safe? I know you probably don’t want to hear from me but all I want to know is that he is safe.” And he reply later with “Yes, he is safe” and so I stopped. I later though I would wait for him, I will wait until he wants to talk to me, I would text him randomly, but he never reply. I am ashamed to say this but, for two weeks I was not healthy, I was not alright, in two weeks I managed to smoke 5 packs of cigarettes, something I have never done. I have smoke before but no more than a pack every 3 weeks or a month but 5 packs in two weeks? That’s about 7 to 8 cig in a day but I was not doing well, moving from place to place, hotel to hotel finding places to park my van and sleep for the night.
My mom, thankfully for her connection, she knew a friend who helped me, she runs a fast food restaurant and offered me a place to park, whenever, and so I took it, I would sleep there, met some people, they even offered me free food.
I would on and off stay there and at the hotel. One night, I am in bed and I though, I am going to New York, no preparation, not thinking, I get out of bed, get dressed and start driving. I drove about 5 hours, I get to New Jersey, stopped by a Burger King to get breakfast and make my way to a Walmart in NJ, best place I have stayed in, quiet and close to a bus that takes you to New York. That day, after I took a nap, got ready and went to the bus stop, the bus drove straight to NY, I wonder around , went to a couple places I been meaning to go, I start to feel tired and mostly emotionally tired. So I decide to leave and come back tomorrow to do more things, when I sit in the bus I think, man this is something Alan would enjoy, so sad he is not here. When I get out of the bus I start to make my way to my van and I start to cry, I was holding back my tears so no one could see me crying while walking in a parking lot, when I finally got to my van I couldn’t hold it anymore, I start to cry, I couldn’t believe it, traveling alone, doing this alone, eating alone, sleeping alone, for 5 years I have not been alone in that sense and now I am here, doing all this by myself again.
One of the people I met in that fast food told me that if I was feeling sad and lonely that I should come back and stay there with them. I though about it and the next day I decided that I wanted to leave early instead of at night like I planned. On my way back to Massachussets I call Alan one more time but this time to leave him a voicemail but he picked up, after 2+ weeks he picked up, I was surprised, I didn’t expect him to ever talk to me since he ghosted me for days. His excuse was that he didn’t have anything to say, because his dad told him “If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything at all” and I guess he took that advise, I wanted to talk about what happened but he didn’t, he said he was not ready to talk about it, long story short, after I get to Massachussets and I apologize again by text and also offer to drop off some food at his driveway or in front of the house he said “Thanks, also, I need space”. I did told him days ago to at least text me that if needed space or something, I just didn’t expect him to take weeks off the relationship and space for him to just talk to me for a couple minutes just to tell me “I need space”.
So I didn’t reply, my parents invited me to stay in Puerto Rico until I start my 3rd semester of college and I took the invitation. I packed all my things, cleaned the van and I left my van in that place. I though I am running from my problems but in reality, what problems? Is not like he wanted me here? I felt unsafe in places and I told him about it and is not like he cared if I was safe or not! Is not like we are talking, so what am I running from? My emotions will follow me to PR so is not like I can run from that.
I arrived to PR, my family was here, the love and support I been getting was needed, my grandma, my mom, my dad, my brother, I wanted all this. Although my family and I have a different way of seeing the world and the people in it, they never left me alone, they never not worried, they showed cared and I needed that! Three weeks being here I decide to reply to him, and told him he could take all the time he wanted and I understand. But almost two weeks later I started to really understand, when I left, I left for a reason, I left because this was the best thing for me, I regret it and asked for forgiveness and cried and beg but it was me, going through all that pain, in denial, thinking he is the best thing that happened to me but maybe he was in a certain moment, I made good memories with him and did many things I have never done and laughed hard but this wasn’t meant to last forever, is hard to say that because I still love and care but while being here and taking the time for myself I noticed how creative I start to be, how active I been, how I became this cheerful person that I used to me, I have created more content that I have ever done in months, I have started drawing and connecting with people again, that’s when I noticed that no, I wont wait for him, I am letting him go. So I sent him a last text, I told him that making me wait and the fact that for almost a month he have not reached out to see how I am doing, to check up on me, to at least say “hey I know I haven’t text, I just don’t feel okay to talk about it still but I hope you are okay” not even that, so many times he have been in the wrong and I been the one to check up on him, make sure he is okay, make sure he is eating or to offer him food, help out on things so that he wont get overwhelm, there is no excuse for why you haven’t because if you wanted to you would have.
It was never his mental health, it was his laziness, not caring enough to keep the relationship up because I was already doing that, why even try?
Does it hurts? Do I get sad some nights? Definitely, is hard, hard not to think about it, is hard to think that he once said that he could not be with no one else but me but to literally ignored me and not show an ounce of care, is heart breaking, and what hurts more is me thinking about everything that happened in our relationship and seeing how I was being manipulated the whole time while being together and me not noticing because when I love, I loved deeply and you could have said something mean to me and I would forgive, try and move passed it, I will show up for you no matter what even when I am mad. But I am starting to love myself, to put boundaries, to understand what is acceptable and what is not.
I know this was a very long story, sorry for my grammar or if you didn’t agree with this story. My mind plays this story on repeat and I just needed to let it out, I need it to write it down and while I do like journaling, I can’t write this story in my journal, my hands would be on fire after the first couple paragraphs haha
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