If my worst relationship was a full-blown hurricane, then my second worst was a steady drizzle that soaked me slowly until I was cold and miserable. He wasn’t the loud type of disaster, but a quiet one; the kind that chips away at you bit by bit.
At first, everything seemed fine. He was charming in public and could make anyone laugh, but when it came to me, it felt like I was invisible. He had this habit of making promises that sounded sweet at night and evaporated by morning and when I ask, he responds with an attitude that makes it look like I'm demanding too much. Most times, this results in explosions of argument then anger.
Everything in that relationship was upside down- indifference was replaced where love should have lived. Argument replaced sweet chat and everything was just moving the opposite direction.
Looking back, I realize what made it the second worst was not heartbreak, but the slow erosion of my confidence. He didn’t shatter me; he drained me. He left me questioning if I was asking for too much when all I wanted was the basics: respect, effort, and honesty.
In the end, I walked away not in tears, but in exhaustion. And the lesson stuck with me- sometimes the relationships that don’t end in flames still burn you the longest.
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