For years, I ignored the signs. I kept getting closer even when it was obvious he didn’t care the same way. My heart was too far gone, and he took advantage of that. I was vulnerable, and he used me as he pleased.
Admitting I was a fool is easier than facing how hard it is to leave. The weight of broken hopes makes moving forward feel impossible. Most days I exist on prayers, just trying to get through.
He treated my emotions like a game, tossing me back and forth until I was exhausted. The dreams I once had—marriage, motherhood, a life built together—now feel out of reach. At this point, I don’t even want another relationship. I just want the hurt to fade into memory instead of being my daily reality.
Healing feels slow, but I know I have to choose myself, even if it’s one small step at a time.
Elena, 32 Santa Fe, New Mexico
