September 15, 2024 — I woke up alone in the apartment I shared with my partner of seven years.
Of course, I looked for him. I tried calling him in every way possible, but there was no response.
The next day, I saw his Instagram story. He was already in Dubai.
It felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over me.
The painful part was that I was supposed to leave the country three months earlier. But I gave up that opportunity because he begged me not to go.
He said he didn't want a long-distance relationship.
Then I found out that he was the one who had planned to leave all along.
I sacrificed my dream because I was afraid of losing him, only to realize that this was what he had been planning for me.
I'm not the type of person who checks phones or digs through private messages, so I had no idea.
He kept telling me that everything he was doing was for our future.
Then, two months later, he suddenly broke up with me.
Now he's back in the Philippines. He called me recently and said he'd been seeing my videos on Twitter.
He told me that he was disgusted by what he saw and that he was ashamed of me.
Seven years.
I lost my dream, my plans, and the person I thought would stay.
And somehow, after everything, I was still the one made to feel like I wasn't enough.
Grabe, no?
Sometimes, the people who promise they'll never leave are the same people who disappear without a goodbye. And the hardest part isn't that they left—it's realizing how easily they did it.