His deception was no longer binding on me.
Ethan tried to contact me several times in the days that followed, but I refused to talk to him.
I was reminded of my betrayal with each text and phone call. In order to recover from the severe wounds he had caused, I required time to process my feelings.
My broken heart was soothed by the support of my friends and family, who rallied around me. My best friend Lisa stayed by my side and helped me put the pieces of my life back together.
She held my hand and said, “Ava, you’re stronger than you think.
” You deserve far more than he does.
I slowly began to rebuild myself with their love and support. I put my attention on the things that made me happy, like resuming pastimes I had given up and spending time with people who truly cared about me.
To reclaim a place that once brought me happiness, not to dwell on the past, I returned to the coffee shop where it all began. I was at peace one evening as the sun set, illuminating the familiar landscape with a warm glow.
I had survived hell and back, but I was stronger and more resilient.
I was almost broken by Ethan’s lies and manipulation, but in the end, he had only strengthened my resolve.
I was confident that I would one day find true love—someone who valued me for who I truly was. Before that, I was content with knowing how much I was worth and accepting the path to healing and self-discovery.
I’m realizing as I sit here and think back on everything that has happened that life is full of unexpected turns and turns. The way we choose to respond to them is what matters.
I made the decision to defend myself, to reject deceit, and to embrace my own strength.
I also discovered a new kind of love—love for myself—through that choice.
