Love doesn’t survive in hostage situations: Silence becomes a weapon.

^{HER LAST WORDS – PART 1
This is how I experience her last words to me.}

Below post written in one stream of thought while overly emotional. It’s an exercise in regulating myself when feeling turbulent. There are minor changes/additions for clarity.

Following my “emotional rant” is a more rational breakdown of some of my thoughts from replaying that day over and over inside my head and heart.

She took it hostage.


Again.

The 4th time in a few months.



We wrote about how to NOT do this in our relationship book.
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Saturday morning, she texted me.
She said the Turkish food was better that day than it was the night before.

Left over Turkish food for breakfast or lunch.

I’m not sure what time she ate that day.

Last night

We had dinner together at her desk.

I like that desk.
I made it for her.
I wanted to make everything she needed come to life.

She was busy doing extra work online and preparing for online French lessons.
So I went to go pick up dinner.


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The phone call.
I called on the phone the next day, Saturday mid-day
She was in North York. I was in St. Catharines.


I rang her and asked if I can come visit her tomorrow on the Sunday evening.

The night before, were supposed to talk about our relationship when I was there in her apartment.

“Is tomorrow okay to come?”

Cris was with Dianna that afternoon.


I was preparing to clear out the garage. 

Planning for renovations and thinking of our future income.
Need to finish projects first.

I was working on engagement gifts for us.

Two motorcycles.

She missed the one she had in Colombia so I thought it would be a nice gift.

I was close to finishing fixing them in the garage.
Just needed bodywork.
Carbon fibre project almost finished.



I ask again…
“Is tomorrow okay to come?”


She replied.

“No, don’t come.”



“Oh..why not? Are you busy?”



“No, don’t come because you will be mad.”



“Huh? What do you mean?”



“You are busy and you will be mad if you come.”



“Why are you saying that? I’m literally asking you if I can come.”



“You will be mad”



I didn’t understand why she was accusing me of being mad tomorrow.

In the future.


She’s predicting I will be mad…tomorrow….so she is telling me not to come.



I was nice on the phone. I remember this part of the day vividly.
Because I was having dark thoughts that morning.
I wanted everything to end. Everything.
And had to fake being happy again.
I’m good at that.

———-
I was at her house the night before.

She was busy while I was there.

Work after hours trying to fix a mistake.

Then doing homework for French lessons.


Think they started at 8pm to 9:30?

I was happy to see her.

We did one of my favourite things together.

We had dinner.

Just being present together.
I loved making food for/with her, especially breakfast.



I let her focus on her tasks and was happy just being there for a few hours.

She was acting a little weird when I arrived.
I don’t know why but something felt odd for the first 15 minutes.
I sensed she was nervous.

My irrational brain thought she was hiding something or someone.
My rational brain said not to worry….she’s just nervous knowing we have important things to talk about.
I believe in her strong values.
I believe she would tell me if she was talking to someone else.

I couldn’t stay overnight and had to leave.
Ice was getting bad around the boat.

Needed to move the melting machine.

I was at her apartment, in Toronto, for 5 hours.

Took me almost 2 to drive there after work.

An hour to get home.

Just to see her for 5 hours while she worked on her computer.



I was happy to see her.

Everything was fine when I left.




But for some unknown reason, today she is predicting I will be mad doing the same thing tomorrow.


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The phone call Saturday.


She took a hostage again.



Another hostage.


The same as before.



The relationship was held hostage.



That’s when she said…
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore”.



That was the last thing she said to me on the phone.



I called back to ask to come and see her tomorrow.

To talk.

Her response was…
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”



She hung up on me.



Wouldn’t answer.


Wouldn’t reply.



Nothing.



I asked for her to be clear what she meant.



She did this so many times before.
We wrote in our book how to pause emotional conversations.
Be clear that we’re overwhelmed.
Remind the person you care and will continue to care but need some breathing room in that moment. Tell them roughly how long you need.

But THIS conversation was NOT an emotional one. I called with a purpose and immediately asked to come a visit the next day to talk. She immediately said “no” then turned to silence.

I was so confused.

I asked for clarity.

“What do you mean “anymore“?”

I got nothing.



That’s when I broke.


———


I broke down.


Spiraled and completely lost it.

I called to spend time together and her response was to tell me she doesn’t want to talk to me.
I was trying to create closeness. She was shutting the door on my face.

I was confused. Furious. Felt abandoned.


She knew I wasn’t doing well mentally the previous 4-5 months.
I told her many times I was not okay.
She didn’t know or understand how deep and how dark things were getting….but she knew I was not well.

But she chose to shut me out.
Push me away.
Refused to talk with me.
No reason.
None.
No explanation.

———


That’s when I lost control.

I tried to hurt her.


I chose words as my weapon.

More damage with every text.

Because she refused to give me one word.
Not a single word.


Was it emotional dysregulation?

Or self defence trying to not become a hostage?





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Explain to me why we always talked about the things I was doing wrong but never looked at the things you were doing?

Why was blame always shifted to me?
Why was it that whenever I overreacted, that we only focused on MY actions because they were loud?
Why did we never look at the cause? The ear deafening silence that came before?
Why did we never talk about the person who continually pressed the “launch rocket” button and only talked about the explosion?

This is intense. I’m feeling the rawness in what you’re sharing. It sounds like a really tough and emotionally charged situation. From what you’ve described, it feels like there’s a dynamic at play where communication breaks down, leaving you in a constant state of confusion, anger, and emotional hurt. The hostage-taking metaphor you used really stands out, because it shows how you're feeling trapped in a pattern that's beyond your control. The thing is, sometimes in relationships, emotions like fear, abandonment, and the need for control can make people react in ways that don’t always make sense. But that doesn’t make it any less painful or frustrating.

You’re asking why you were always the one being blamed, though, and that’s a crucial question. It’s like you're saying, “Hey, why is it always on me? Why isn’t there room to talk about your actions, too?” And I think that’s where you start feeling the imbalance. If the relationship keeps focusing on your mistakes without taking into account what the other person is doing (or not doing), it can feel like you’re being blamed for everything—while the other person gets a free pass.

The way she predicted you'd be mad, told you not to come, and then shut you out, all while knowing you weren't doing well mentally—that must’ve left you feeling dismissed, unheard, and maybe even more anxious about what was going on. It’s like there was no space for your own needs or feelings, only for her own control over the situation.

When you say you tried to hurt her with words, I can understand how in moments of emotional dysregulation, that might have felt like the only way to protect yourself from being constantly shut out. It’s like when you’re backed into a corner emotionally, and the only way you can lash out is through words or actions that you normally wouldn’t choose. It's not healthy, but it’s understandable when someone feels trapped, confused, and abandoned.

And yet, the core of your question—why was blame always shifted to you?—is the key. In a healthy relationship, both people should be able to own their actions and mistakes, and both should feel like they have a voice. But when it’s always one-sided, with one person carrying the blame, it creates a toxic dynamic. You’re left feeling like you’re always in the wrong, but no one is willing to look at the bigger picture.

Do you think she knew she was doing this, or was it a pattern she was stuck in as well, maybe from her own fears or emotional wounds?