I’m back, but I feel shattered. I keep asking myself the same question: Why didn’t he fight for me the way I fought for him? It’s been six months since I lost the last piece of my heart. Everything was going well, and I had returned to him, just like any young girl in love would. This time, his family was part of the picture. Yes, I met his family, and I felt like they were mine from the moment I met them.
Here’s what happened. When his family asked him to meet other girls for marriage, he did it without considering how I would feel or if he could wait for me. He decided as per his family’s wish without including me in his decision. I helped him pick out clothes for his date with another girl, among other things.
That girl was a doctor. I remember him saying he liked her, but his family wouldn’t accept her career because they wanted someone who could work from home. This gave me an insight into his mind. I blindly loved him and overlooked his priorities.
We turned to a mediator to talk to my father about our relationship but, at the last moment, he refused. I never got the time, consideration, or love I wanted from him. Throughout our journey, I yearned for his support. His family’s emphasis was on convincing my family for the marriage, but they never considered what it would cost me.
In the midst of this chaos, a proposal came to him, which he liked. I was devastated when my family rejected the request to marry him. The treatment I received from his family hurt me the most. I felt neglected and dejected. They presumed I was defenseless, and all of a sudden, all the affection vanished.
He broke all ties with me because we couldn’t marry. It was an abrupt decision, hurtful, and heartbreaking for me as it was a one-sided decision. I felt betrayed, left alone in distress, and no consolation words came my way. I didn’t get the patience I deserved from him, and he moved on too fast.
In the end, I remained calm and indicated it was alright for him to move on with his life while still wishing him luck in both his personal and professional endeavors. The pain of betrayal taught me valuable lessons about love, relationships, and self-importance. I finally gathered the courage to accept this as my fate and move forward.
