I once believed I had found the future I wanted. I was involved with a man who was already committed, but I convinced myself our connection was different. I ignored the damage around me and focused only on how I felt.
When his relationship ended, I saw it as proof we belonged together. I imagined a fresh start, never questioning how or why things had unfolded the way they did.
Over time, the illusion cracked. What I thought was love had been built on dishonesty and avoidance. I began to understand that I had ignored truths that mattered.
