There’s no room for her in my life, and there never will be.
I loved deeply and genuinely…
Today, I’ve chosen to share my story.
I’m not seeking sympathy or understanding.
Nor am I looking for support.
I just want to release all this pain that’s been building up inside me for too long.
I loved.
Loved in a way I doubt I’ll ever experience again.
It was pure, sincere, deep love.
I trusted.
I believed I was with someone who wouldn’t betray me.
But life disappointed me once more.
She entered my life unexpectedly and quickly became its center.
Four years ago, I met Sophie.
It was by chance—just sheer coincidence, just a single day, just one conversation.
But I felt she wasn’t just a passer-by in my fate.
We grew close swiftly, and within a couple of months, I had left my usual life, moved to her town.
Both of us had been through divorces.
Both had endured the pain of betrayal.
Both just wanted to be happy.
I thought I found that happiness with her.
I was certain she was my other half.
But then…
Then something happened that I couldn’t even foresee in nightmares.
When the past returns, the present crumbles.
We decided to head to the seaside.
It was our first time just the two of us.
I was overjoyed.
Yet, out of the blue, they reentered her life.
Her ex-husband.
Her daughter.
And a granddaughter I never even knew existed.
How did they end up in the same city?
Who called who first?
Who found who?
I still don’t have answers.
But when I saw how she looked at him, how he basked in happiness, I realized—I had lost.
I gave them time alone.
I went for a walk, didn’t interfere.
But when I returned, it was clear.
She looked at him as if those years apart meant nothing.
As if they hadn’t divorced, hadn’t hurt each other.
As though I had never existed.
She left. Just walked away.
That evening she barely spoke.
The next morning, she packed her things.
“I need to leave for a few days…”
And she didn’t return.
I called.
She didn’t answer.
When she did, she’d only say:
“I need to think. Don’t pressure me.”
I didn’t press.
But I knew:
She had chosen not me.
She tried to come back. But it was too late.
Two weeks passed.
I had almost come to terms with her being gone.
Then suddenly, 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 was silent.
Then I just hung up.
Because such things aren’t forgiven.
There’s no longer room for her in my life.
She left.
And with that, she proved she wasn’t who I thought she was.
I don’t want to go through that again.
I don’t want to be a backup option.
I don’t want to live in fear she might run off again.
It’s painful being 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 sure:
There’s no room for her in my life anymore. And there never will be.
