Dear Reader, this is a diary of a self-proclaimed lover girl who’s definitely been through the wringer when it comes to men! Ever since I can remember, I’ve been in love with the idea of love—romantic, sweeping, all-encompassing. But real life? Well, let’s just say it hasn’t quite lived up to the fairy tale. My journey has been full of twists and heartbreaks that have challenged everything I thought I knew about relationships.
Now, I’m here to share my story, the lessons I’ve learned, and what it means to keep believing in love—even after it breaks your heart.
The last 12 years of my life have been anything but a happy ending. I was promised marriage, a family, the kind of life I had always dreamed of. I believed in those promises wholeheartedly, thinking I was building a future with someone who truly loved me. Every heartbreak and every loss along the way seemed bearable because I thought, in the end, it would all be worth it. We even got a cat to try and bring some joy into our lives after the loss we had faced. It felt like a step toward healing, like maybe this would be the start of our family after all.
But that illusion shattered when I found out the truth. The man I had devoted myself to had been living a double life, cheating on me with countless women while I was holding on to the hope of a family. In the end, he walked away—six hours after finding out I was pregnant again—leaving me with broken promises and a heart full of grief. The cat stayed, though, a reminder of all the things I wanted and fought for. Now, as I rebuild my life, I’m learning that healing doesn’t come from the dreams you’re promised, but from the strength you find when those dreams fall apart.
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