It’s been a while since everything happened — since I realized that the relationship I had held onto for eleven years was no longer what I thought it was. For over a decade, we shared moments, dreams, and a future I believed in. But somewhere along the way, after a difficult cool-off period, honest conversations stopped.
I remember when he told my family that after his sister’s wedding, we would get married. I felt relief, like finally, there was clarity and hope. But after that, we never spoke about us again. The silence lingered, growing heavier each year.
August 2023, I found out by chance that he is in New Zealand — not from him, but from outside sources. Later, I discovered he had gotten married before going to NZ without ever telling me. When I confronted him with what I discovered, he didn’t say a word. That silence broke something inside me. It forced me to face a painful truth: I needed to let go.
Ending an eleven-year chapter was one of the hardest things I’ve done, but it was necessary. It’s okay to feel hurt, confused, or betrayed. What matters most is that through it all, I found strength and courage I didn’t know I had.
I want to remind myself — and anyone who reads this — that our worth isn’t tied to the length of a relationship or someone else’s choices. We are whole on our own.
Healing takes time. It’s a journey of kindness toward yourself and openness to new beginnings. And when the time comes, love will find its way back — starting with loving ourselves first.