It Wasn’t Rejection, Bestie

You thought losing him was the end —

a cruel twist, a hollow bend.

But what felt like heartbreak’s cruel direction,

wasn’t rejection,

it was protection.

Years you gave to someone cold,

chasing warmth that never took hold.

You poured your love into an empty space,

searching for light in a loveless place.

Then one day, the truth broke through —

not to shatter, but to rescue you.

The tears you cry, let them fall,

each one is healing, breaking the wall.

Scream if you need, release the pain,

wash away the hurt, the guilt, the shame.

You didn’t lose, you were set free,

from what was never meant to be.

And maybe, just maybe, in God’s time,

someone will come, gentle and kind.

Someone who sees your soul, your worth,

and loves you the way you deserved from birth.

So lift your chin, Bestie — no regret.

You’re not forgotten. You’re not a threat.

What walked away was your protection,

not rejection —

just divine redirection. 💜

He Really Didn’t Love Me

He didn’t love me when we stood before vows, rings circling fingers but never circling his heart.

He didn’t love me when children cried their first cries, when little hands reached for us, but he reached elsewhere.

He didn’t love me when I pieced his credit back together, when I poured my strength into him and left myself in fragments.

He didn’t love me as he slipped into lies, as he betrayed our bed with bodies that weren’t mine.

He didn’t love me when outside children bore his name, proof of his choices, proof of my pain.

He didn’t love me at all! The red flags were waving, and I ignored them, until the silence was louder than love.

He didn’t love me— and for too long I didn’t love me either.

But today I do. I gather my pieces, I claim my name, I rise from the wreckage, and I love myself the way he never could.

Written by: Ms. Kym

PTSD in Love: My Story of Betrayal & Healing

I’ve been through a journey I’m sharing because I believe many suffer in silence. I lived with betrayal on repeat. The partner cheated. I forgave. I left. Went to counseling. We got back together. I thought things had changed, but it happened again. the pain was not just heartbreak—it cut deeper. PTSD is real! In a marriage, in a partnership—straight or gay— cheating can leave wounds that don’t heal overnight.

Research back this up! In one study of young adults in committed non-martial relationships who were betrayed by infidelity in the past five years, 45.2% report symptoms consistent with PTSD after discovering their partner’s infidelity.

Sometimes forgiveness feels like the only option—because you want peace, healing, or maybe your betrayal is repeated? Repeated violation of trust is not just emotional pain— it can become ongoing trauma.

That’s why I’ve learned this: You might need to step back from your organization, from your responsibilities, from everything else, to take care of you. Because if you can’t take care of yourself—if you’re emotionally hallow, carrying trauma, walking on eggshells—how can you really help or love anyone else, or hold anything else together?

Self-care is not a luxury. Self-care is survival. And taking a break doesn’t recognize your worth. It means you’re choosing healing over hurt!