I’m feeling completely broken, asking myself the same question: Why didn’t he fight for me like I fought for him?
It’s been six months since my heart shattered. Things were going well, and I went back to him. But then, his family asked him to meet girls for marriage, and he did it without considering my feelings. There was a girl, a doctor, that he liked, but his family didn’t approve of her career.
I was eager to meet his family, and things went well initially. Six months later, the past still haunted us. Time was needed for acceptance, and everything heals through time. From the start, I never got the time, consideration, or love I deserved from him. After each fight, things quickly went back to normal because it was true love, that blinded me to his struggles.
I stood by him, rock-steady, through every challenge. Though I knew he loved me, he never matched my intensity. Eventually, his family grew anxious about the future.
In the end, it was clear that only blood ties mattered. When my family said no, his family’s affection and concern disappeared. What hurt the most was his behavior. He cut all ties just because we couldn’t marry.
This experience taught me that one’s happiness is their responsibility. Though I kept my anguish to myself, enduring alone, I am slowly getting stronger. Every day, I rebuild myself, determined to find happiness despite the betrayal. I’ll accept this as my fate and move forward.
