April 21, 2025
by Amelia Brooks

Yesterday, I ended things. Finally. And it hurts, more than I thought it would. But it had to be done.

He never had time for me. Not really. Texts went unanswered for days. I was always the one to chase him, to remind him that I was still here, still trying. But he didn’t care. Not enough to give me the time of day, at least. And when he did respond, it was like I was some kind of inconvenience.

I don’t know why I put up with it for so long. Maybe I thought things would change, or that if I just gave him more of myself, he’d finally see me. But all he saw was someone to use. Someone to feed his ego. And I gave him that.

I feel horrible. Like I’ve sinned somehow. I don’t know why it took me so long to see it—maybe I was just blinded by what I wanted, by the idea of being in love. I keep thinking, God, forgive me for being so foolish. Why did I let it go on this long?

I gave him a second chance after he cheated on me with my best friend. I told myself, “Maybe it was a mistake, maybe it won’t happen again.” I really thought I could forgive him, that maybe things would be different. But no. It was all the same. And now I feel stupid for thinking anything would change.

Ash, you’re a horrible person. I trusted you, and you took that trust and threw it away. I thought I was doing the right thing by giving you another shot, but all you did was prove me wrong.

I don’t know what comes next. I feel empty, but I know I’m better off without him. Still, I wish I didn’t have to hurt this much to realize it.