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The man I had glorified turned out not to be a savior, but a lost soul—restless, guilty, and hollow

Posted on October 17, 2025 By admin

I once fell for a married man. What started as curiosity slowly became an obsession I mistook for love. I shaped myself to fit his world—changed my hair, my clothes, even my voice—until I resembled the woman he already had. When he finally left his family, I believed it was proof that what we shared was powerful and meant to be. But time revealed the truth: anything built on another person’s pain cannot last. It isn’t love—it’s illusion.

When the thrill faded, cracks began to show. The man I had glorified turned out not to be a savior, but a lost soul—restless, guilty, and hollow. The attention that once made me feel chosen soon felt like a cage. Every whispered call, every hidden dinner, became a reminder that I was living in the shadows. I had traded my peace for chaos and called it love.

One morning, I caught my reflection and barely recognized myself. The guilt I had long ignored surfaced with unbearable clarity. That was the day I walked away—not out of bitterness, but out of awakening. I didn’t need closure from him; I needed it from myself. For the first time, I chose freedom over fantasy.

Healing came slowly, but it came. I learned how to be alone without feeling empty. I learned that forgiveness, especially toward yourself, isn’t immediate—it’s a daily choice to stop reopening old wounds. Piece by piece, I built a life that was mine again.

Now, looking back, I see it all differently. Real love doesn’t ask you to hide, compete, or shrink. It doesn’t thrive in secrets or deceit. It grows only where honesty and respect are rooted. I learned that self-worth isn’t something another person can give you—it’s something you reclaim when you stop begging to be seen. And sometimes, losing what you once thought you couldn’t live without is the first step toward finally becoming whole.

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