24/05/2025
“Masarap ba?”
I’ve been there I said those same exact words. Not to get an answer, but because it was the only thing I could say in that moment. The only thing that could hold all the pain, all the rage, all the betrayal.
The gut-wrenching regret that hits you when you realize your instincts were right all along but you didn’t listen. That’s a pain I’ll never forget. I’ll never forget how I had to gather what little strength I had left just to take a screenshot while my hands were shaking so bad, while I was barely breathing, while my body felt numb and lightheaded. It felt surreal. Like I was watching myself from outside my own skin, finally having the courage to ask, to confront, to speak the truth I already knew.
And then came the lies. The excuses. The rehearsed lines he probably used before. And I didn’t know whether to cry, to smirk, or to laugh like a mad woman who finally snapped. Because what do you even do with that much pain? What do you do when you see it unfolding, when you hear the tone shift, when he talks like you’re crazy for asking?
And still I showed him the truth. All of it. Solid proof. Only then did he admit it.
That gut-wrenching moment when your soul knows what’s coming and your whole body goes still. When you see white instead of red. When you realize this isn’t just heartbreak this is betrayal that cracks your core. This is the death of the version of you that kept hoping he would change.
This is what it feels like to finally see the truth and to never be able to unsee it again.
Ctto.
