There’s no place for her in my life, and there never will be.
I once truly loved…
Today, I’ve decided to share my story.
I’m not seeking sympathy or understanding.
I’m not expecting support.
I just want to let out all this pain that’s been building inside me for far too long.
I loved.
I loved in a way I might never be able to again.
I loved purely, sincerely, deeply.
I trusted.
I believed I had someone by my side who wouldn’t betray me.
But once again, life let me down.
She entered my life suddenly, yet quickly gave it meaning.
Four years ago, I met Kate.
It was by chance—a coincidence, just one day, just one conversation.
But I felt she wasn’t just passing through my destiny.
We quickly grew close, and within a couple of months, I abandoned my familiar life and moved to her town.
Both of us were coming from divorces.
Both had endured the pain of betrayal.
Both just wanted happiness.
I thought I’d found it with her.
I was convinced she was my other half.
But then…
Then the unimaginable happened.
When the past returns, the present falls apart.
We went to the seaside.
For the first time, it was just the two of us.
I was delighted.
But unexpectedly, they reappeared in her life.
Her ex-husband.
Her daughter.
And a granddaughter I didn’t even know existed.
How did they end up 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 and didn’t interfere.
But when I came back, everything was clear.
She looked at him as if all those years of separation meant nothing.
As if they hadn’t divorced, hadn’t hurt each other.
Like I never existed.
She left. Just walked away.
That evening she barely spoke.
The next morning, she packed her things.
“I need to go away for a couple of days…”
And never returned.
I kept calling.
She wouldn’t pick up.
And when she did, she said:
“I need to think. Don’t pressure me.”
I didn’t press.
But I knew:
She didn’t choose me.
She tried to come back. But it was too late.
Two weeks passed.
I had nearly accepted she was no longer mine.
And then she called.
“I made a mistake.”
“I thought there were feelings for him still. But I realized there aren’t. It’s just the past.”
“I love you.”
“Let’s start over.”
I stayed silent.
Then I simply hung up.
Because some things can’t be forgiven.
There’s no place for her in my life anymore.
She left.
And by doing so, 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 the backup plan.
I don’t want to fear that she’ll run away again.
It hurts to be alone.
But it’s unbearable to be with someone who’s already betrayed.
I don’t know if I’ll find love again.
But I know this one thing for sure:
There’s no place for her in my life anymore. And there never will be.
