If I tell you guys what I endured because of love, you will judge me. I allowed myself to be deceived and led on for months in hopes that things would get better. Finally, I decided to let go, but I’m more sad about the time I wasted holding on than actually losing the relationship I so dearly held on to. Guys, I lost almost 15kg on this; I’m not joking. Now I’m stuck. I still can’t eat, I still don’t sleep well, I cry every day, I pity myself, I hate myself. How could I love this much and lose myself this much? I lost everything and yet I find myself missing him. I’m not going back, but I don’t know how to move on. I’m filled with self-shame and hate. I just want to be holed up somewhere no one can see me. It was a 5-year relationship. Will I ever be happy again?
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