There’s nothing worse than giving your whole heart to someone—laying it bare, trusting them with every piece—only for them to shatter the promises they made to protect it.

It took everything in me to leave my abusive husband. I fought so hard to rebuild myself, to swear off love, to believe I could be okay on my own. And then, against all odds, someone came along. He was everything I thought I wanted—everything I thought I needed. I let myself believe in love again. For two years, I gave him my all. But now, it feels like it was all for nothing. Everything I worked for, everything I healed, feels undone in this moment.

There’s a pain that comes with losing the one you truly wanted, the one you gave your heart to, only to realize they’ve been taking it for granted. It’s not just the heartbreak—it’s the constant little betrayals, the moments you’re ignored, the times you feel like you’re screaming into the void just to be seen. All I wanted was to feel the kind of love I gave so freely, the love I deserved. But instead, I was left questioning my worth, wondering why it was so easy for him to take my feelings lightly.

The truth is, he’s just another guy—a guy who’ll never understand what it feels like to lose everything you fought so hard to rebuild.

So, here’s my advice: if you’re going to break someone’s heart, don’t do it inch by inch, piece by piece. Just rip the bandaid off. Let them hurt, but don’t make them crumble. Don’t drag it out and leave them to pick up the pieces of what’s left.

Because trust me, nothing hurts more than watching someone you love slowly destroy the very thing they swore to protect.