Let me tell you something I learned the hardest way possible: You cannot love someone into their potential. And trust me, sis — I tried. For eight years of my life, I poured my heart, energy, and soul into a man I believed could grow. Not because he showed me growth…but because I saw the version of him he could become. And I was convinced that if I loved him enough, supported him enough, believed in him enough…he would eventually meet me there. Let me say it louder for the
I’ve learned that not every ending happens all at once. Sometimes it starts as a slow unraveling — quiet, subtle, almost unnoticeable — until suddenly, it’s not. Until the cracks you’ve been patching for years give way, and everything you’ve built comes crashing down faster than you ever thought it could. One minute you’re holding it all together, and the next you’re standing in the wreckage of a life you no longer recognize. For the last eight years, I was building a dream.
