It didn’t happen during a fight.
It didn’t come with a dramatic moment or a final straw.
It happened during silence.
One night, I sat on the edge of the bed, emotionally numb, staring at the floor. I had just apologized for something I didn’t do — again — because they were in one of their moods, and I didn’t want to trigger an explosion.
And this thought hit me, clean and cold:
“I can’t keep living like this.”
Not because I hated them.
But because I had finally realized how much I had stopped loving myself.
That was the beginning of the end.
Leaving Someone You Love Who Doesn’t Love You Back in the Right Way
I wish I could say I left the next day.
But healing doesn’t work like that.
You don’t walk away from trauma overnight.
There were still moments of hope, still fake apologies, still emotional highs that made me question everything.
But the seed had been planted. And once you see clearly, you can’t unsee.
Eventually, I stopped making excuses.
I stopped hoping they’d change.
I stopped breaking myself into smaller and smaller pieces just to make them feel whole.
And slowly, I walked away.
Not out of hate. But out of self-respect.
What I Learned the Hard Way
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