The Slow Journey from Betrayal to Empowerment

Writing my way through the fear and the pain — to remind myself that with time, this shall pass

Life has a funny way of throwing curveballs our way — I like to say everything happens for a reason, but fuck, does it suck sometimes.

Four years of love, trust, and commitment, only to discover the person you thought was your future was actually the one completely eroding your present until you were nothing. I feel stripped of everything, even my foundation, left as an empty construction hole in the ground. My house of life hasn’t just burned down, it was blown up, there is nothing left.

I’ve been there. I am here right now. I understand the betrayal, the shattered trust, and the haunting fear that comes when someone you believed in for years in turns out to be a mirage. Turns out to be nothing short of the most deceiving and manipulative devil.

In the aftermath of a relationship gone awry, I have found myself grappling with the wreckage of broken promises and deceit. My ex, the one who professed undying love, the one who called me his wife, the one who wanted to move away to Costa Rica with me and start a farm, the one who was always dreaming, and the dreams were only with me — was simultaneously pursuing a different narrative with other women. The dissonance between his words and actions left me questioning my ability to trust anyone ever again.