My Fiancée Wanted a Break Because of a New Guy, So I Packed Up and Moved Cities…

The Request for a Ride

Despite those residual emotions, I was still saddened and extremely upset by the way things had ended. Looking back, I’ve started to resent myself.

I should have paid closer attention to how she felt. I could have informed her about the additional work and why I was doing it; perhaps things could have turned out differently.

Later that evening, one of my friends revealed that Sarah’s relationship with the guy at work had only lasted a few months. After the holidays, I intended to return to the city where I now dwell.

My vacation ended on January 6th, so I planned to go on Friday. That way, I’d have Saturday to tidy up at home and Sunday to unwind before returning to work.

Before I departed, one of my buddies from home contacted me. He stated he had a favor to request on behalf of someone else and warned me that I would not like it.

I could already feel my stomach dropping. He then told me it was Sarah.

She was moving to the city where I live to work for a relative’s company and she needed a ride. He asked if I could take her.

I didn’t think about it before saying no. The thought of being locked in a car with her for hours was too much to take.

It would have been excruciatingly embarrassing, just like the party, and I wasn’t prepared to put myself through it. He insisted that Sarah and I talk, but I was having none of it.

An Unexpected Encounter in the Park

I returned home, and last week, I went for a run. When I stopped to relax briefly at a park, I heard a familiar voice say,

“Hi.”

It was Sarah. She attempted to start a conversation by asking how I was and emphasizing that we didn’t get to converse during the party.

But I cut her off, stating I didn’t want to speak with her. She told me not to be like that and that we should have a chat, but I declined.

She questioned how I could still dislike her after over a year and everything we’d been through. I told her it wasn’t resentment; I was quite truthful.

I explained that thinking about her, talking about her, or even seeing her still hurts a lot, which is why I couldn’t talk to her. She stated that this was exactly why we needed to communicate.

I didn’t understand the point, so I simply walked away. Sarah has tried to approach me twice since then and both times I have turned her down.

Some of my pals believe I’m being overly harsh and should talk to her for closure. Others argue that torturing her for the rest of her life is unacceptable, but that is not the point of this.

I have no anger or ill thoughts against her anymore. I admit that I share some of the blame, but it still stings.

I can’t talk to her because it’s like reopening an old wound that has never completely healed. The op simply wants to explain things better.

Breaking the Silence with an Update

Update February 2nd, 2025. Hello everyone, I wanted to provide another update and appreciate everyone for their thoughts.

I read over each comment and while I didn’t react to everyone, it was only because I didn’t have anything to say. I’m grateful to everyone who expressed their opinions; it’s been quite helpful.

After reading everything and thinking about it, I’ve chosen to adhere to my choice not to speak to Sarah. I neglected to include it in my original post, but I did notify a few people that I blocked her everywhere after we broke up for the second time.

Over the last two days, it appears that her insistence has backfired. Some of our shared acquaintances have become tired of her continuous attempts to reach me.

They appear to have turned against her as a result of this. Emily posted about stalkers on social media three days ago.

She did not name Sarah, but many people understood what she meant. I’ve also seen a few comments on my initial post that suggest Sarah was stalking me.

Her job in the same city as well as her serendipitous arrival in the park support this theory. I know her uncle owns a company here, so that could be the real reason she moved, but that’s not my concern.

A Final Message and a New Path

Things have been quieter. Friends have abandoned the subject and Sarah hasn’t attempted to contact them again.

That was until yesterday. I watched the UFC event with some co-workers, and when it ended, I was on my way to my car when my phone called.

A mutual friend stated she had spoken with Sarah and asked if she could relay a message. I sighed and urged her to get it done quickly.

Sarah just stated that she knows why I don’t want to talk to her. She vowed she wouldn’t contact us again, but she still believes we should communicate.

She said the door was open if I ever wanted to discuss. I told my buddy I didn’t have a message to return and begged her not to bring Sarah up again.

If what Sarah mentioned is correct, it is a relief, but I am not holding my breath. I wouldn’t be surprised if she tried something different.

Perhaps she believes that giving me space will compel me to approach her, but it will not. That chapter of my life is currently closed.

I simply want to focus on myself. I doubt I will be dating anyone anytime soon.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that I should get to know individuals better before committing to a relationship. I’ve also been thinking about how loosely I use the term friend.

Some of the people I’ve called friends have shown that they don’t have my best interests at heart. For the time being, I’m allowing myself to heal on my own.

An Unexpected Call from the Past

Update two, February 16th, 2025. Sarah has been missing for several weeks and no one has mentioned her in discussion.

Then last Tuesday, February 11th, I received a direct message from Sarah’s mother. She stated she wanted to apologize for her daughter’s actions and requested me to call her.

I’ve always had a good relationship with Sarah’s parents; they are genuinely lovely individuals. Even during both breakups, they were always respectful and never went too far.

I didn’t want to talk about Sarah anymore, but I also didn’t want to avoid her mother. After considering it for a few minutes, I decided to phone her.

However, if she tried to get me to communicate with Sarah, I would gently cease the call. When she responded, she put me on speaker so Sarah’s father could join us.

I almost expected to hear Sarah’s voice, but thankfully that did not happen. The conversation was actually very good.

They began by apologizing for Sarah’s recent actions. I quickly informed them there was nothing to apologize for, but they insisted, claiming it was the right thing to do.