My partner died without knowing i no longer loved her. Romantic... or therapy material for life, undecided yet. We were together for thirteen years when the doctor uttered those words that change everything. Advanced cancer. Six months maybe less So they basically give you an emotional expiration date and tell you to "fix it up".
I remember Marcos squeezed my hand tightly with tears streaming down his cheeks. I cried too. But my tears weren't just because of sickness.
It was a combo: Sadness, Guilt... and a “why just now, universe?” COULD YOU WAIT JUST A LITTLE WHILE? ”.
It's been almost two years since something broke inside me. There wasn't a big fight, no dramatic closeups worthy of a novel.
Nothing. Love did emotional ghosting without warning.
I been planing to tell her. For real. He even had a speech rehearsed in front of the mirror, with dramatic breaks included.
But then came the diagnosis.... and clearly the universe said, “no, queen, today is not about sincerity. Today is a tragedy.”
—Will you stay with me? —he asked me that night.
And of course... what are you doing there? Do you throw a "I was just about to leave you"?
No, you're not a three o'clock telenovela villain.
- Of course I did. - I answered.
And at that moment I signed an emotional contract that no one had explained to me.
The next few months have been a lie... but of those that come with Oscar shares: chemotherapy, sleepless nights, constant care.
If love is measured in facts, I was giving a lecture... even though the feeling was no longer there.
And he smiled.
Because of course, life has that black beautiful thing: just when everything is falling apart, he feels like everything is being fixed.
—I feel like I got back the woman I fell in love with.
And that's where the universe, again, decides to stab you with poetry.
He passed away on Tuesday morning.
Because he didn't even have the decency to choose a Friday, so one at least process the duel with the long weekend.
Her last words were :
“Thank you for loving me until the end. ”
And then you understand that there are sentences that stay with you all your life... even if you don't want to.
It has been eight months. People say I was a heroine.
The internet, of course, has already made us an eternal love story... because nothing people like more than romanticizing others suffering.
But I know the truth.
And that truth has no cute filters or background music.
So every night I ask myself the same question, deluxe existential version:
What was worse: breaking his heart... or let him get away with an invented one?
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I'm a mom, writer, and expert-level financial acrobat.
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It was a combo: Sadness, Guilt... and a “why just now, universe?” COULD YOU WAIT JUST A LITTLE WHILE? ”.
It's been almost two years since something broke inside me. There wasn't a big fight, no dramatic closeups worthy of a novel.
Nothing. Love did emotional ghosting without warning.
I been planing to tell her. For real. He even had a speech rehearsed in front of the mirror, with dramatic breaks included.
But then came the diagnosis.... and clearly the universe said, “no, queen, today is not about sincerity. Today is a tragedy.”
—Will you stay with me? —he asked me that night.
And of course... what are you doing there? Do you throw a "I was just about to leave you"?
No, you're not a three o'clock telenovela villain.
- Of course I did. - I answered.
And at that moment I signed an emotional contract that no one had explained to me.
The next few months have been a lie... but of those that come with Oscar shares: chemotherapy, sleepless nights, constant care.
If love is measured in facts, I was giving a lecture... even though the feeling was no longer there.
And he smiled.
Because of course, life has that black beautiful thing: just when everything is falling apart, he feels like everything is being fixed.
—I feel like I got back the woman I fell in love with.
And that's where the universe, again, decides to stab you with poetry.
He passed away on Tuesday morning.
Because he didn't even have the decency to choose a Friday, so one at least process the duel with the long weekend.
Her last words were :
“Thank you for loving me until the end. ”
And then you understand that there are sentences that stay with you all your life... even if you don't want to.
It has been eight months. People say I was a heroine.
The internet, of course, has already made us an eternal love story... because nothing people like more than romanticizing others suffering.
But I know the truth.
And that truth has no cute filters or background music.
So every night I ask myself the same question, deluxe existential version:
What was worse: breaking his heart... or let him get away with an invented one?
Note to my followers:
If you made it this far, thank you 🙌
I upload stories for free because life is already expensive, you don't need to read it too.
But if you can throw a symbolic "coffee" (like, comment, share), you help me more than the morning mate ☕
I'm a mom, writer, and expert-level financial acrobat.
Thank you for being, for reading me... and for not leaving me writing alone 😅
