Love Made Me Stay. But It Wasn’t Enough to Save Me.
I thought I was helping.
I thought I was being patient, kind, and strong.
I thought my love could heal them — that if I stood by them long enough, something inside them would finally soften.
But the truth is this:
You cannot save someone who refuses to see they’re drowning.
And if you try, they’ll pull you under too.
This is the story of how I tried to save someone who was breaking me — and what it took to finally save myself.
They Weren’t Just Broken — They Were Breaking Me
They told me they’d been hurt. That no one had ever understood them. That they didn’t know how to trust, how to love, how to let people in.
I saw the pain behind the pride.
The fear behind the anger.
The vulnerability hidden beneath the coldness.
And I made it my mission to be the one who stayed.
To be the one who didn’t give up.
I believed that if I just:
- Loved them harder,
- Listened more patiently,
- Proved I’d never abandon them…
Then they’d change.
Then they’d heal.
Then they’d become the person I believed they could be.
But every time I gave more, they took more.
And every time I bent, they pushed further.
Until one day, I looked in the mirror…
And I didn’t recognize the person staring back.
The Subtle Disappearance of Self
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