Story time. Sorry not sorry!
So, 3 years ago on 9-14-19 I married, what I thought to be, my soulmate. fast forward to December of 2019, we bought our first home together! yay! so much joy. 2 weeks after we got moved in, he dumped me on snapchat and packed up and left while I was at work. I cannot express the pain I felt coming home to all his belongings gone. I didn't get a reason, I didn't get an I'm sorry. I didn't even get a face to face. Just "its over", "I don't love you anymore.", "People and things change" and my favorite, "I thought being married would bring my love back and it didn't". LIKE WTF??
He had been staying at his "friends" house. Ya know, the one I was never suppose to worry about? The one, that on year 2 of our relationship, he met and hung out with, and just didn't come home. Freaked me out, and thus, starting my insecurity issues with that "friend". He'd be gone days at a time, and come home to basically shower. And then back at it. We fought constantly. They had a falling out, and things between us went back to normal.
Then they rekindled in the beginning of 2019. I was less worried and decided well, we are engaged right? So that means he must love me. And we would all hang out and what not. No biggie. Boy was I wrong.
He had been at her house constantly again towards the end of our marriage and relationship. Not coming home. I would beg for him to just come home. And when he did, it was the coldest thing I have ever felt. He wouldn't touch me, would not kiss me. Wouldn't even sleep next to me. He just packed up and moved into her home with her parents.
I have never screamed of felt so much pain from one person in my entire life. I have never felt more betrayed by a person. Its not your enemies that will burn you, it's the people you love. it's been 2 and a half years since. And I am still healing from that pain. I am still trying to mend the pieces of my heart, and put my soul back together the way it should be.
Our relationship was toxic. And I knew it, but the love I had for him, and the fight to make it work was stronger than what I knew was the truth. I loved an imaginary person. A person that never even existed. Just a faker persona of a person that was nothing but dark and destructive. A person that finds humor and joy in preying on vulnerable people. Turning their worlds upside down. And leaving them broken and weak. Just to turn around and do it to the next person.
The "friend" was there at the house while he was breaking up with his wife over social media. I bawled my eyes out to her. Begged her to help. Confided in her. Only to be betrayed by yet another person I thought was on my side.
I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. Why I was no longer worth fighting for. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a peach to deal with either. But he knew this, and he knew the love I had for him ran deep. Deeper than anyone else's love could give him. And he drained me dry of it. He would cause fights and then turn the situation around and make it my fault that I reacted the way I did. He would ruin a perfectly good day, because his misery needed company. Fuck, if we went anywhere, you know he was not having a good time. He would sit a sulk and pout. And if he did enjoy himself, he was drunk.
No one deserves to go through any of that. And that's not even half the shit I went through. He is a grade A monster. And he will suffer the hand of karma.