We were dating just more than 2 and a half years, I was in love, insanely in love and I thought he was too. We started speaking about marriage, he asked my parents for my hand, a decision I thought we both wanted. We saw wedding venues and started planning.
He then lost his job and he was feeling down and out, I took every possible step to help him get on his feet, again. I even bought him a Sony Playstation to keep him “occupied” while he was at home looking for work. While I went to work everyday searching every possible job post he could apply for, and at times applying for him. It was a difficult space but I thought we could get through it.One of the jobs I found for him came through. A day after he accepted the offer, he started an argument with me in front of his parents claiming that it’s not working out between us, MUCH to my surprise and horror. The next week he collected his things from my place and the last words he said to me as I felt my heart rip out of my chest and get trampled on the floor was “You’ll be fine”.He then slammed the door and I never saw him again.
He left me with no explanation, just a sea of endless question marks and a bed full of lies. We hardly ever argued, I thought we were completely in love and I thought he was my happy ending. I gave him everything I could and supported him when no one else did, and he left me there, in a pool of nothingness, trying to cling to a reality I once knew.
I picked my self up (literally) and decided to pursue my PhD in an entirely new continent, I’ve been here for four months, and I’ve never been happier!
