Oh yeah, she was also in surgery when it happened.

by Candice Jalili

Ah, ghosting. It's the dating phenomenon that happens when people are too cowardly to actually end things with the people they've been seeing, so they choose to just… disappear instead.

Ghosters are idiots. But if you've ever been ghosted, know that you're not alone.

In this weekly column, I share a tale of a time a reader was ghosted (with accompanying screenshots) so you can see the last text that was sent or words that were uttered before someone decided to disappear forever. I present to you: Boom, Ghosted.

This week we have one of the most heartbreaking stories I think we've had in this column.

Wendy* was ghosted during one of the most vulnerable times in her life by her boyfriend AFTER SHE MOVED TO A FOREIGN COUNTRY FOR HIM.

Don't believe me? Take her word for it:

I moved to Europe for my boyfriend and was ghosted when we moved back to the United States AND while I was having surgery in the hospital. I met this guy in a bar on St. Patty's Day in 2015. We instantly felt the attraction and started dating the second we met. It was almost too good to be true, but there were no complaints on either side. We met each other's parents within a month and were already talking about marriage and kids a few months later. Conversations like this happened all the time. I had it in my mind that this was game over, I was done searching for The One. His job (basketball player) led him to go play in Europe in the fall of 2015. I was currently in graduate school working for my masters and working full-time, so we knew international long distance was the only decision. As the months went by, he eventually asked me to join him in Slovenia when I graduated. I happily obliged! I knew he needed the support because the distance was hard, and him being away from friends and family was difficult for him. I figured that it would only make our relationship stronger. I moved out there a week after I graduated and we lived happily until we both moved back [to the US] in February. The second we got back, the vibe was different. He was saying how he felt like we had spent too much time together [in Europe], which I slightly agreed with since we were two of the four english-speaking people in the European city we lived in. We had spent all of our time together. I didn't think that meant a breakup though. So, I was completely blindsided days later when he broke things off. Unfortunately, he chose to do this on the same day I went into the hospital and found out I had a ruptured cyst, which led to two surgeries and a five-day hospital stay. He refused to be there for me. When I got home from the hospital, he had moved out and told me he didn't want us speaking anymore. I was obviously completely thrown off because we had been dating for a year. I just moved to another country to support him, and now here I was, suffering in pain, yet he was gone. What happened to in sickness and in health? Here's one of the last, most heartbreaking conversations we had during that time: [caption id="attachment_1596193" align="aligncenter" width="500"]anonymous[/caption] A month prior to this, we were talking about engagement and babies. And then, he was ignoring every single one of my messages, calls, e-mails. He didn't check up on me once to ask how I was after surgery. I heard from mutual friends he was out and fully single. Of course, being the person I am, I decided to forgive him when he came back a month later apologizing. [caption id="attachment_1596158" align="aligncenter" width="500"]anonymous[/caption] Conversations like this started happening again: [caption id="attachment_1596153" align="aligncenter" width="500"]anonymous[/caption] We started working on our relationship as much as possible. We decided to take a vacation for our “official” one year anniversary to Mexico. The weekend before we left, he took a boys trip to San Diego. When he got back, he was acting different, but seemed sick. He was throwing up quite a bit, but was still determined to go on our trip. We went on our trip and had a wonderful time... up until the last day. He admitted to me that he slept with someone in San Diego. It completely broke me. I was stuck in a foreign country in a room with someone who had destroyed me twice. We got back home the next day. He packed up his house and moved to Oklahoma two days later with his Mom. Once again, I was ghosted. He ignored all my messages and calls. I was once again left with all these unanswered questions. I know there's got to be a saying about being fooled twice. But being ghosted twice by the guy you thought you were going to marry….it's hard to get over that. Here was my last attempt at reaching out to him: [caption id="attachment_1596178" align="aligncenter" width="500"]anonymous[/caption]

I don't know about you guys but I think this man is PURE EVIL. She went out of her way to be there for him in his time of need, then he just completely bailed on her during hers.

Beyond that, he came crawling back to her, only to break her heart ALL OVER AGAIN.

As far as I'm concerned, there's no justifying this level of disrespect. I don't care if it was the love of your life or a random girl you just went on a couple of dates with, no human being deserves to be treated this way.

My personal opinion aside, I'm still curious to know what you guys think. Are you on the same page as me? Or maybe I'm missing something here. Let me know your thoughts!

As always, if you have your own story about being ghosted, feel free to message them to me here. And read our last installment here.

* Name has been changed.