8 years man.

I’m 35 now.

I thought it was the greatest love story to ever exist.

When I say I thought she was the only human to ever see the real me, I mean it. I was vulnerable and she sat beside me as I lost both parents. A sibling. Everything.

She got me through it all bc her love could get me through anything.

And me for her too. Through so much tragedy.

We had overcome the world and then she betrayed me brutally. I divorced her. It still hurts so much. Eventually she stopped begging for me back which was my only solace in all this. At least she knew she fucked up. But it’s over now. I wasted all those years in a lie. And now I blame myself bc at least then I can understand WHY she would do this. I tell myself- maybe you shouldn’t have been so distant or busy. It’s stupid