Six years can feel like a lifetime when you're constantly on the go, juggling life with so many responsibilities. Over the past week, I've been reflecting on those six years—how I stood by him, yet I feel like I never truly knew him. He lies about the simplest things, things that don't even warrant a lie. And when he's caught, instead of owning up to it, he deflects. He gaslights me, twists the story, and rewrites the narrative where he's the victim and I'm the villain.
Today would have been our sixth anniversary, but I've come to a realization: I'm done investing time in something that doesn't serve me or deserve me. I have one lifetime, and I've already given him six years of it. I can't keep looking at him, knowing in my heart that I wouldn't marry him and that this is as good as it will ever get. That truth told me it was time to walk away—I couldn't afford to waste any more of my life.
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