I loved him so much it hurt. I was so elated when he asked me to marry him that I was dizzy. My adoration for him built me up so high that when I found out he cheated, I fell for what felt like ages. Very painful.
It’s what I imagine a heart attack to feel like.
But, I can’t live without him. So I married him anyway in fear of losing my best friend over a bad decision he made at 23.
But today, and yesterday, and tomrorow, I am broken and insecure. I compare myself constantly. I am belittled by his eyes for other women. Alone I am strong and confident. Yet, I feel two feet tall in a room full of women.
The heartbreak was hard. The recovery is worse.