To The One Who Realized Loving Herself Meant Letting Him Go

I know it’s tough. Walking away from someone you love, someone you planned to spend your life with. But you had to do it. To preserve yourself, to safeguard your sanity and heart, you had to. Because his love was harmful.

His love was like a poison that slowly ate away at you from within. His love was corrosive, eroding the walls of your soul, threatening to consume you entirely. To love yourself, you had to release him.

His love made you doubt your worth. His words, his harmful behavior, stole the smile from your face. His darkness dimmed the spark in your eyes—that beautiful spark you once had.

The vibrancy within you, the passion of your soul. His infidelity cost you your peace. You began to question yourself, to wonder if you were enough.

You began to believe you weren’t good enough, not worthy. Oh, but you are, dear. You are more than enough, and that scared him. He couldn’t match up to you, so he chose to tear you down instead.

He wasn’t ready to accept love, so he weaponized it against you. He used your love to break you, but not anymore. This time, you’re directing your love inward. This time, your love is going to heal you.

His love robbed you of your confidence. His words still hurt. They still linger, burning beneath your skin. His words about how you’re not pretty enough, how that woman over there is attractive, how this woman over here is perfect.

But not you. It was never about you. You were never the flawless one, never the most beautiful. He was so insecure that he made you believe he was a gift from above.

That you were lucky to have him. But, dear, it’s the other way around. He should be grateful that you entered his life.

It’s not you who’s lacking—it’s him who can’t see past his own insecurities and fears. It’s not you who’s unlovable—it’s him who struggles to love.

His love cost you your dreams. You can still hear his laughter, his voice telling you that you couldn’t achieve your dreams. His voice demanding you give up on them so you could support him while he chased his own.

His voice making you question your abilities, making you think you would never succeed. But who says you won’t?

Who decides that you’re not good enough? Who decides that you’re not strong enough? It’s you, and you alone.

His love cost you your sanity. His manipulations, guilt-tripping, and poison wrapped in sweet words made you believe it was all in your head. That he genuinely loved you, that you were to blame.

That he’s the one, and you should try harder. That he’s faithful and you should work harder to earn his trust.

Love, no matter how much you give, no matter how hard you try, it will never be enough. But you see that now. That’s why you’re here.

You understand that it was never about you. You see that it was his past defining him, not you.

You see that this is not what love looks like, despite his efforts to make you believe it was. You finally see your worth, after he tried so hard to strip it from you.

And you finally realized that loving yourself meant letting him go.