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Ghosting , it hurts more than you know.

What Is Your Take on Ghosting?

One day someone is part of your everyday life—your messages, your memories, your routines. And then one day… they’re gone. No explanation. No goodbye. Just silence.

That silence has a name: ghosting.

I have complicated feelings about ghosting.

On one hand, I don’t believe I have intentionally ghosted anyone. On the other, I’ve been ghosted more times than I can count—by people I once called family, by best friends, by relationships I thought were safe.

Ghosting, simply put, is when someone cuts off all communication without explanation. No conversation. No closure. No acknowledgment. Just silence.

And that silence? It’s loud.

When you’re being ghosted, the hardest part is not even knowing it’s happening at first. 

Messages go unanswered.

 Calls are ignored. 

You replay conversations in your head, wondering what you said wrong, what you missed, what changed.

 That confusion is often more painful than the loss itself.

I want to say this clearly—being ghosted is not a reflection of your worth. It is a reflection of someone else’s inability or unwillingness to communicate. Still, knowing that intellectually doesn’t automatically heal the hurt. Not internalizing someone else’s avoidance as something you caused is a work in progress. It sounds easy. It’s not.

This year, I had to let go of a friendship that meant a great deal to me. I was devastated. Truly. But I reached a point where I had to choose myself. The friendship had run its course, and holding on was costing me my peace. Letting go didn’t mean I didn’t care—it meant I finally cared enough about myself.

Over the years, I’ve also stepped away from certain family relationships. That was incredibly difficult at first. Family ties carry history, expectations, and guilt. But with time, I found something I didn’t expect: peace. Quiet, steady peace.

What I struggle with the most is how people leave. I would much rather you tell me the truth—say it to my face. Let’s talk it through. Allow me to share my side of the story. Let me apologize if I need to. And then, if we must, let’s move on with honesty.

But ghosting?

That’s the part I can’t handle.

Because ghosting denies both people closure. It leaves one person holding unanswered questions while the other walks away untouched by accountability. And perhaps that’s the point.

I read somewhere a ghoster's point of view ( ghoster is someone who has chosen to ghost), that they chose to ghost because either  they have tried to talk to you and you just don't get it or they don't like you as much as  you like them and are afraid to tell you. 

My brother  said, I should call the ghoster to find out , ask for an explanation. This person knew me for a long time. And yet, despite that, they chose to ghost me. If someone makes that choice, there is nothing left to ask. What would be the point of asking? Silence, in itself, has become the answer.

Still, I remind myself: Never dim your light just because someone else couldn’t handle the truth of their own choices.

As Rob Hill Sr. wisely said , “Don’t force friendships, relationships, or communication. If it is not mutual, then let it go.”

That letting go doesn’t mean the hurt disappears overnight. It means choosing not to chase people who have chosen silence. It means trusting that what leaves your life makes room for something more aligned.

So I’ll end with this question—

Have you ever been ghosted by someone?

Or, if we’re being honest, have you ever ghosted someone else?

Rekha’s Ramblings


Pictured here are my siblings, my best friends for life. 




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