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Season finale… I hate what you did to us, but I truly loved you

Season finale… I hate what you did to us, but I truly loved you


There’s a difference between loving someone and trusting them with the most fragile parts of you. I did both. I gave you all the pieces of who I was, carefully collected over time, and I believed you would hold them with care. But somewhere along the line, you didn’t just drop them, you shattered them. And now I’m left picking up the broken parts, asking myself how we got here.

I hate what you did to us.

Not because love is supposed to be perfect, but because what we had was real, at least, it was for me. I hate the silence that grew louder between us, the emotional distance that turned into an invisible wall. I hate how I started to question my worth, wondering what I did wrong, when all along I was just loving you in a way you couldn’t or wouldn’t return.

You changed. Or maybe you were always like this, and I was too blinded by hope to see it. Either way, the person I believed in is not the person who left me emotionally abandoned. You let me carry the weight of “us” alone. You stopped trying. You stopped seeing me. And when I needed you most, you chose to look the other way.

I hate the lies, the manipulation, the way you made me feel like I was asking for too much when all I wanted was honesty, respect, and effort. You took the bond we had and made it feel like a burden. You made love feel like a battlefield when it should’ve been a shelter.

I hate how I defended you to others. How I convinced myself that “every relationship has ups and downs,” not realizing that ours was sinking because you had already checked out. You were supposed to be my safe place, but you became the storm. And worst of all? You left me questioning my ability to trust, to love again, to believe in something real.

But here’s what I’m learning: healing doesn’t come from pretending it didn’t hurt. It comes from admitting the truth, that I gave you everything, and you gave up. That I was loyal to a future you secretly didn’t believe in anymore. That you weren’t strong enough to fight for what we had.

I may still be hurting, but I’m also rising. I’m learning to love myself again. I’m rebuilding what you tried to tear down. I may hate what you did to us, but I refuse to let it define me. You were a chapter, not the whole story.

And while I’ll never forget the damage, I promise myself this, I will heal louder than the pain you left behind.

Season finale… I hate what you did to us, but I truly loved you
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