You didn’t just survive betrayal, you stood in the ruins and tried to build anyway. That’s not weakness, that’s ferocity in disguise. And maybe the hardest truth of all? Sometimes the right thing is finally stopping the fight for someone who never deserved your belief in the first place.
I saw a notification pop up on my phone for this when it was published and, of all my notifications, I left this one active so that I could look forward to reading this. Your work is so raw and I love your style -- down to the lowercase "i's."
That was also my greatest takeaway from my last relationship -- I used to be so naive. I'd thought "that could never happen to me." I know it happens, but I'm the embodiment of love -- how could it happen to me? And then... it did.
I'm in a place now where I am able to greet strangers with my inner child (but this time, with my inner parent gently pushing my child forward to the next stranger if there are red flags), but this did take some "therapatizing," if you will.
I read something that said "I love when everything falls to pieces because I get to rebuild it however I want it to be" and that became the eventual reality that emerged from my shattered soul -- I hope you're feeling the same. It's okay if you're not, too. <3
That line, “I believed, if given the chance, people did the right thing," lingers. It stings. This isn’t just about infidelity, it’s about the way trust can be twisted, and how trying to fix what’s broken can sometimes mean betraying yourself. In the end one question gets raised time and again; who do you love more?
It takes immense strength to see the truth, even when it’s painful. I’m sorry you had to go through all that, but your clarity and self respect shine through. Healing isn’t easy, but you’re already on that path. Keep believing in your worth.
Not many people are prepared to admit their wrong-doing. Take the blame, and realize they are the ones who were in fact, NOT good. It is preposterous looking in from the outside, the lengths they go to, to justify and blame shift.
When you aren't strong enough to admit failure, all your strength is needed to pretend you didn't fail.
I know all too well these pains, and the struggles to forgive and move on. And it is so hard not to let those scars become a shell. I don't really have answers for that, not really objective ones. But I wanted to comment that you're heard, not alone; and if you care for such things, I'll be praying for you.
Thank you for sharing this beautifully vulnerable piece.
A raw and powerful read that really captures the complexity of heartbreak. It's not just the initial betrayal, but the painful attempt to repair something that was already broken.
Thank you for sharing this. Your story is both heartbreaking and inspiring, and it reminds me how much strength it takes to walk away, even when every part of you wants to stay.
loved it….
thank you sharon… i appreciate you LOVELY
Ofc girly, u r most welcome 🤍
You did the best you could.
You still believed and hoped.
I bet they didn't fully take that from you, either.
This is absolutely beautiful and touching 💕😻I truly loved it
You didn’t just survive betrayal, you stood in the ruins and tried to build anyway. That’s not weakness, that’s ferocity in disguise. And maybe the hardest truth of all? Sometimes the right thing is finally stopping the fight for someone who never deserved your belief in the first place.
As someone who cheated on the one he loved the most, this is very devastating. Good job.
I saw a notification pop up on my phone for this when it was published and, of all my notifications, I left this one active so that I could look forward to reading this. Your work is so raw and I love your style -- down to the lowercase "i's."
That was also my greatest takeaway from my last relationship -- I used to be so naive. I'd thought "that could never happen to me." I know it happens, but I'm the embodiment of love -- how could it happen to me? And then... it did.
I'm in a place now where I am able to greet strangers with my inner child (but this time, with my inner parent gently pushing my child forward to the next stranger if there are red flags), but this did take some "therapatizing," if you will.
I read something that said "I love when everything falls to pieces because I get to rebuild it however I want it to be" and that became the eventual reality that emerged from my shattered soul -- I hope you're feeling the same. It's okay if you're not, too. <3
Your writing is empowering. Please never stop.
That line, “I believed, if given the chance, people did the right thing," lingers. It stings. This isn’t just about infidelity, it’s about the way trust can be twisted, and how trying to fix what’s broken can sometimes mean betraying yourself. In the end one question gets raised time and again; who do you love more?
amazing! there is no feeling like being broken in front of so many people and being left to pick up the pieces all alone
It takes immense strength to see the truth, even when it’s painful. I’m sorry you had to go through all that, but your clarity and self respect shine through. Healing isn’t easy, but you’re already on that path. Keep believing in your worth.
Sometimes the bravest step is to let it go and move ahead. The world is wide, and someone truly good will find you again.
Not many people are prepared to admit their wrong-doing. Take the blame, and realize they are the ones who were in fact, NOT good. It is preposterous looking in from the outside, the lengths they go to, to justify and blame shift.
When you aren't strong enough to admit failure, all your strength is needed to pretend you didn't fail.
I know all too well these pains, and the struggles to forgive and move on. And it is so hard not to let those scars become a shell. I don't really have answers for that, not really objective ones. But I wanted to comment that you're heard, not alone; and if you care for such things, I'll be praying for you.
Thank you for sharing this beautifully vulnerable piece.
A raw and powerful read that really captures the complexity of heartbreak. It's not just the initial betrayal, but the painful attempt to repair something that was already broken.
Thank you for sharing this. Your story is both heartbreaking and inspiring, and it reminds me how much strength it takes to walk away, even when every part of you wants to stay.