There’s no room for her in my life, nor will there ever be.
I once loved truly…
Today, I’ve decided to share my story.
I don’t seek sympathy or understanding.
I’m not looking for support.
I simply want to release all this pain that’s been building up inside me for far too long.
I loved.
Loved in a way I probably never will again.
Loved purely, sincerely, deeply.
I trusted.
I believed that the person beside me would never betray me.
But life let me down once more.
She entered my life suddenly, but quickly became its purpose.
Four years ago, I met Emily.
It was by chance—a coincidence, just one day, just one conversation.
But I felt that she wasn’t just a passing stranger in my life.
We grew close rapidly, and within a few months, I left my usual life and moved to her town.
Both of us were coming out of divorces.
Both had endured the pain of betrayal.
Both simply wanted happiness.
I thought I had found it with her.
I was sure she was my other half.
But then…
Then something happened that I couldn’t foresee even in nightmares.
When the past returns, the present crumbles.
We went to the seaside.
For the first time, just the two of us.
I was blissful.
But suddenly, they reappeared in her life.
Her ex-husband.
Daughter.
And a granddaughter, whose existence I hadn’t even known.
How did it happen that they were in the same town?
Who called whom first?
Who found whom?
I still don’t know.
But when I saw how she looked at him, how he beamed with joy, I realized—I had lost.
I gave them time alone.
I went for a walk, stayed out of their way.
But when I returned, everything was clear to me.
She gazed at him as if all those years apart didn’t matter.
As if they hadn’t divorced, hadn’t caused each other pain.
As if I never existed.
She left. Just left.
That evening, she barely spoke.
The next morning, she packed her things.
“I need to leave for a couple of days…”
And she never came back.
I called.
She wouldn’t pick up.
And when she did, she said:
“I need to think. Don’t pressure me.”
I didn’t push.
But I knew:
She didn’t choose me.
She tried to come back. But it was too late.
Two weeks passed.
I had nearly come to terms with the idea that she was no longer mine.
And then she called.
“I made a mistake.
I thought I still had feelings for him. But I realized I don’t. It’s just the past.
I love you.
Let’s start over.”
I remained silent.
Then I simply hung up the phone.
Because you can’t forgive such things.
There’s no place for her in my life anymore.
She left.
And by leaving, she proved she wasn’t who I thought she was.
I don’t want to go through this again.
I don’t want to be a backup plan.
I don’t want to fear she’ll run away again.
It’s painful to be alone.
But it’s unbearably more painful to be with someone who has already betrayed you.
I don’t know if I’ll find love again.
But there’s one thing I know for certain:
There’s no room for her in my life anymore. And there never will be.
