Dear Diary,
I’m back but feeling utterly shattered, and once again, I’m left with the same question: Why didn’t he fight for me the way I fought for him?
It’s been six months since my last heartbreak. Let’s go back to where it all started.
Everything seemed perfect, and I went back to him like any girl in love would. This time, his family became part of the equation. Yes, I met them and instantly felt a connection.
When his family asked him to meet other girls for marriage, he did it without considering how I would feel or if he could just wait a bit longer for me. Why couldn’t he stand up to his parents? He’s 30 years old, after all. Shouldn’t he be making these decisions himself?
I even helped him pick out clothes for his dates with these other girls. Was I insane? Or just fooling myself into thinking he deserved it all? One girl he met was a doctor, but his family preferred someone who could work from home. This gave me a glimpse into his mindset. His sister and brother-in-law even tried to come up with a plan. He believed that our union would bring more benefits for his family, as if my worth was tied to my family’s business background.
Despite everything, I was eager to meet his family. Things went smoothly because my family wasn’t in a hurry to find me a match. My family was unaware of my inner turmoil. His family misinterpreted my silence as a lack of effort to communicate with my family.
It’s hard to move on from something that happened six months ago. We even brought in a mediator to talk to my father, but he refused at the last moment. I never got the time, consideration, or love I yearned for from him. Yes, we fought a lot, but I thought it was all part of loving someone unconditionally. I did everything for him, from helping with his plans, encouraging him to succeed, to having faith in all his endeavors.
His family became anxious about my ability to convince my own family. They didn’t understand my cautious approach, nor were they patient. In an impulsive moment, I gave his father my father’s phone number. My family rejected my request to marry him because they disapproved of love marriages—something I’d feared would happen.
What hurt the most was his family’s treatment. No one checked on me or offered support. They seemed to think I had given up and was helpless.
But what hurt the most was his behavior. He cut all ties because we couldn’t marry. He said his family wanted him to find a suitable match and forgot all about the girl who sacrificed so much for him. He didn’t have the patience to wait for things to settle. I stayed calm and wished him well, even though I was deeply hurt. Since then, I haven’t spoken to him, not even sent a message.
Every word he said still hurts me, but I won’t let this pain make me weak. I’m getting stronger each day. Whatever life throws at me, I’ll rise again. This chapter is over now. I’ll accept my fate and move on.
