The hardest loss to mourn for me is the one that was never real. That fairytale love they promised – a weapon disguised as a gift. Now it feels foolish to grieve a lie.
Shame spirals alongside the grief. You question your judgment, your worthiness, your ability to ever trust again. The betrayal cuts deep, leaving a hollowness inside.
I had to learn to acknowledging the grief without shame. Honor the love I yearned for, even if the person offering it was incapable of giving it. I had to find compassion for the part of me that dared to hope. I had to set boundaries and keep choosing me and showing up for me.
It takes courage to grieve the illusion, to untangle their poisoned love from your own capacity for love. Therapy, support groups, journaling – these tools help you reclaim your heart. This wasn't your failure, survivor, it was their weapon.
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