My name is Sharon, and I once believed that love was all about giving without expecting much in return. I gave my all to a man who later turned my love into a game of humiliation. We dated for three years, and everyone thought we were destined for marriage. But as soon as he got a better job, he started treating me like I didn’t matter. He stopped calling, ignored my messages, and eventually told me he had found someone “classier” than me. Those words crushed me.
He even said I’d never find peace without him, that no man would ever love me the way he did. For months, I cried myself to sleep. Every time I saw a couple on the street, I felt that painful twist in my heart. I blocked him everywhere, but the pain didn’t go away. He had moved on quickly while I was still nursing the wounds he left behind. My friends told me to focus on myself, but it wasn’t easy. His words echoed in my mind every night.
