RIZA PART 7
I’m not going to tell you everything we went through.
But based on everything I’ve told you…
It didn’t end well.
And the hardest part?
She still gave me chance after chance after chance.
Imagine that.
Someone most people would dream of having…
kept choosing to stay with someone like me.
A loser who was still trying to figure his life out.
And somehow…
I still couldn’t make it work.
Eventually, everything exploded into one final, ugly fight.
The kind of fight that makes you realize there’s nothing left to fix.
So I left.
And we ended it for good.
Because by then, she was no longer seeing me.
She was seeing the helplessness she once saw in her ex-husband.
Every trigger.
Every pattern.
Every trauma response she spent years trying to heal from…
She started seeing in me.
And at the same time, I was slowly losing my own mental health too.
I was so obsessed with trying to catch up to her —
trying to become someone she could finally be proud of —
that I never stopped to ask myself if maybe…
We were simply never meant to walk the same path.
Maybe we met to change each other.
Not to stay.
After it ended, I became depressed.
Pathetic, honestly.
I kept trying to reach her.
Through social media.
Through emails.
Anything.
But I got no replies.
Nothing.
Until one day, I reached out to a friend for help.
And that friend helped me understand her in a way I couldn’t understand on my own.
She told me something that changed everything for me.
She said:
Girls like her don’t become that strong by accident.
They become that way because life forced them to.
Trauma pushed them beyond their limits until they had no choice but to become someone stronger, sharper, and more self-sufficient.
And because of that, they don’t look for someone to carry.
They look for someone they can lean on too.
Someone they can depend on mentally, financially, and physically.
Not someone who adds weight to their climb while they’re already fighting their way up.
And that’s when it finally hit me.
She’s sapiosexual.
She’s always been drawn to intelligent people.
She thought I was smart because, at first, I understood her emotions in ways other people never did.
I saw parts of her no one else noticed.
But somewhere along the way…
I stopped understanding her.
And now here I was,
needing another person to explain her pain to me
because I was too lost in my own failures to see what was right in front of me.
And maybe that was the clearest answer I was ever going to get.
Sometimes love isn’t enough.
Sometimes someone can love you deeply and still leave —
not because you were unworthy,
But because they’ve already fought too hard in life
to carry someone who refuses to rise on their own.
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