I use to believe in a love that I wanted to marry the person I was with. I thought I had it once until she broke up with me without warning. The heartbreak was overwhelming, it put me into a downward spiral to the point of me attempting to end my life. I didn’t attempt because I lost her or because of the breakup I attempted because I had lost everything that was important to me, my home and my pets.
It’s only been in the past year I’ve realized how much she was manipulating me, telling me all the things I needed to hear in regards to love, life and my mental illness. Everything was a lie.
Before she ended it with me she had already begun another relationship with a man 3600 miles away in Scotland. She has apparently married him.
I use to believe in love.