Yesterday really opened my eyes in a way I didnβt expect.
I was in a relationship where I genuinely gave my all. I loved him fully and acted like I was already in a serious marriage with him. I cooked for him, washed his clothes, and made sure he was always okay. Even when money was tight for me, I still managed to use what I had to take care of him because I believed thatβs what love was supposed to look like.
In my mind, I thought we were building something real. Sex was normal between us, care was constant, and I genuinely thought we were both in the same level of commitment, even though nothing was officially defined.