Accepting the Truth

 Now that some time has passed and the anger has subsided, I’ve started to see things differently. I realize now how human we all are, how easily we can lose ourselves in something that wasn’t right from the start. When a relationship ends, it’s natural to feel pain, confusion, even anger. But if you look closely, the clues were often there from the beginning.

In my case, I chose someone who lied to me early on. Deep down, I knew something didn’t feel right, but I talked myself into it. I went against my own boundaries, ones I had promised myself I wouldn’t cross again. I didn’t want to live with anyone, yet I did. I tried to walk away more than once, but when the other person seemed unfazed, I convinced myself to stay. I told myself I was being too judgmental or too harsh, when really, I was ignoring my intuition.

I think I felt sorry for them. They seemed broken, misunderstood, and taken advantage of. But the truth is, I was the same, and I didn’t give myself the same grace I offered them. I allowed that person to take advantage of me because I wanted to believe in who I hoped they were, not who they actually showed me they were.

It took me a long time to accept that they were simply being themselves. The problem wasn’t only their dishonesty; it was that I stayed after I saw it. I could have left. I didn’t. And now, instead of hating them, I’ve learned to forgive myself. Because expecting someone to be honest and open when they’re not capable of it isn’t fair to them or to me.

If you’ve been through heartbreak, I encourage you to look at how it began. Did you compromise your values? Did you make excuses when you caught them in small lies? Did you silence your gut because you didn’t want to be too much or too picky? Often, we know the truth long before it becomes undeniable.

And if you’re already broken when you meet someone, no matter how much you want love, you’ll attract what reflects your wounds. It might look different each time, but the pattern repeats until you finally stop and heal. I thought I had done that. I had spent years single, but when someone comes along saying all the right things, love-bombing, moving fast, mirroring your emotions, it can feel real. It can feel like destiny. But love that rushes in too quickly is rarely rooted in truth.

Now, I’m simply grateful. Grateful to be out of it, grateful to see things clearly, and grateful that I finally trust myself again. Because that’s where real healing begins, when you no longer need to blame anyone else, when you can say, “I saw the signs, but now I see myself.”

Healing isn’t about forgetting what happened; it’s about understanding why it did and choosing differently next time. It’s about honoring your intuition, keeping your promises to yourself, and knowing that peace comes when you stop chasing what was never real. The lessons hurt, but they teach you how to love from a place of wholeness. And that’s where the real freedom begins.