I got into a relationship on the last day of December 2024 (I had been single for the past three years)… and I genuinely believed I was stepping into something real. Something pure. He wasn’t like the others at least, that’s what I thought. The way he talked about commitment, about loyalty, about staying when things get hard it made me feel safe. And for a while, he was that person. He made me feel seen, valued, even loved. He knew how to make me smile without trying.
He celebrated my little wins like they were his own. He remembered the things I said in passing. And that made me believe maybe for the first time that love could be gentle. But slowly, that version of him began to fade. His warmth became rare. His care turned into confusion. One moment he made me feel like I was his world, and the next it was like I didn’t exist. And what hurts the most is… he didn’t even notice how distant he’d become. Or maybe he did, but he just didn’t care enough to fix it.
I’m not the kind of person who cares about someone’s past. I never judged him for it. But while I stayed loyal and invested in us, he started responding to random girls, accepting requests, following them, flirting things he promised he’d never do. When I asked why, all he could say was, “It boosts my ego.” Is my pain really that small to him? Is my love not enough for him to feel whole? And then there’s her his situationship. The girl he still sees as the “prettiest,” the “best.” He says she’s in the past.
But how do you let go of someone if you keep painting them in gold? If she meant so much, why is he still with me? And if I’m the one he chooses, why do I feel like a second option in my own relationship? I asked him for clarity, for honesty just little things. But even that makes him uncomfortable. Why? What is he hiding from someone he claims to love? And this cycle it’s breaking me. He hurts me, then says, “You deserve better. Let’s end this.” And just when I start to let go, to heal, he comes back with, “I’m sorry, I’ll change.”
And like a fool, I believe him. Because somewhere inside me, I still see the boy I fell for. The boy who made me believe in love again. But I’m tired now. So tired. I gave him all of me. My loyalty, my heart, my belief, my patience. And now I feel empty. Like no matter how much I gave, I was never enough. Maybe I do deserve better not because he said it, but because I’ve begun to feel it. But still how do I walk away from someone I love? From the memories? From the promises?
What should I do?
Option 1: Stay and give him another chance
Option 2: Choose myself and leave