I wish I could say that the moment I saw myself in the mirror, I walked away immediately. I wish I could tell you that I packed my bags, blocked their number, and left for good, without a second thought. But that’s not how it happened.
It was never that simple.
Because even when I knew deep down that this wasn’t love, a part of me still wanted to believe it could be.
Staying Longer Than I Should Have
I stayed. I convinced myself that maybe I was overthinking things. Maybe things weren’t as bad as they seemed. But then, just when I thought I was imagining things, they’d do something kind. They’d bring me coffee in the morning. They’d send me a text with a heart emoji. They’d hug me like they meant it, and I would think, See? They do love me. Maybe I’m just making a big deal out of nothing.
And for a while, it worked. The kindness felt like proof that I was wrong to question it. But that kindness never lasted.
The Endless Cycle
Soon enough, the cycle would start again. The insults. The cold silences. The way they’d make me feel like I was the problem. The way they made me feel small. Like I wasn’t good enough.
There was always this lingering feeling in my chest, a voice whispering, You’re lucky to have them. No one else will love you like this. And that was the part that kept me stuck for so long—the fear that maybe they were right.
Challenging the Fear
But then something happened. One day, I started asking myself some questions:
- What if they’re wrong?
- What if I’m not the problem?
- What if there’s a life out there where I don’t have to feel like I’m constantly failing?
That was the turning point.
The thought cracked something open inside me. It was a small shift, but it felt like the first real breath I had taken in years. I started to imagine my life without them in it.
At first, it seemed impossible, terrifying. How could I ever let go of someone I thought I loved? But then I started thinking about the little things. The moments when I didn’t have to second-guess myself. The mornings I could wake up without that knot in my stomach. The nights when I could laugh freely, without wondering if I was saying something wrong.
And in those thoughts, I realized something important. I wanted that. I wanted peace more than I wanted to be loved by them.
The Decision
And so, one day, I made the decision. It wasn’t dramatic. There wasn’t a big fight or a screaming match. It wasn’t some grand, dramatic exit.
It was a quiet, simple decision.
I packed my things. I walked out the door. And I didn’t look back.
For the first time in a long time, I could breathe.
The Hardest Part: Healing
Leaving wasn’t easy. Healing was even harder.
There were nights when I almost called them. Moments when I doubted myself, thinking maybe I had made a mistake. I wondered if I was making everything up. If I was overreacting.
But every time I felt that pull to go back, I reminded myself:
Love isn’t supposed to hurt like that.
And every time, it made it easier to resist. I knew that deep down, I deserved better.
No Regret, Just Gratitude
Now, looking back on it all, I don’t feel anger. I don’t feel resentment. I don’t even feel regret. I feel grateful. Grateful because walking away wasn’t the end of my story—it was the beginning of getting myself back.
It was the beginning of realizing that real love doesn’t make you feel small. It doesn’t make you question your worth.
Real love builds you up, not breaks you down.
The True Love I Deserved
And that? That was the real love I had been searching for all along.
The love I found after I walked away wasn’t the kind of love that comes from someone else. It was the love I found for myself.
I started focusing on the things that made me happy. The things that made me feel whole. And I slowly learned how to love myself again.
I realized I didn’t need someone else to complete me. I was whole on my own.
The more I focused on myself, the more I learned that I didn’t have to settle for anything less than what I truly deserved.
And today, I’m not afraid to be alone. Because I know, with all my heart, that I’m enough.
Moving On: A New Beginning
Leaving wasn’t the end of my journey—it was the start of something new. It was the first step toward understanding who I truly was, outside of a relationship. It gave me the chance to explore the person I had hidden away for so long.
Now, I wake up every morning with a sense of peace. I wake up without that familiar anxiety in my chest. I laugh without fear, and I speak my mind without worrying about how I’ll be judged.
And that? That’s freedom.
That’s real love.
Walking Away Was Worth It
Walking away wasn’t easy. It wasn’t the end of the world, but it was the beginning of a new chapter.
It was the start of something I didn’t even know I needed.
I’ve learned that sometimes, we have to let go of what’s holding us down in order to rise. And even though it took me time to realize that, I’m glad I did.
Love doesn’t have to hurt. And sometimes, walking away is the bravest thing we can do for ourselves.
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