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Some people don’t just leave — they rip pieces of you out and leave the scar open. They don’t just hurt you — they teach you how to hurt yourself in the process. They don’t just betray you — they make you question everything you thought you knew about love, trust, and yourself. You love someone so hard it burns, and they don’t even notice. You give everything, bleed everything, and they still walk away like it meant nothing. And the worst part? You stay anyway. You let the knife sink because even pain feels like connection. You hate yourself for staying. You hate them for leaving. You hate that you still remember the way it felt to be wanted, to be touched, to be seen — even though it tore you apart. You carry the hurt like a crown made of glass, and every step cuts you deeper. Love shouldn’t feel like fire and ashes, but sometimes it does. Sometimes the people who promise heaven leave you in hell. Sometimes the same hands that lift you up are the ones that push you off the cliff. And somehow, even in the wreckage, you keep longing, keep hoping, keep bleeding for a taste of what you once thought was real. You realize finally that the pain wasn’t just from them — it was from giving your heart to someone who couldn’t hold it. From forgetting your own worth while trying to be enough for someone else. From mistaking temporary attention for love, and confusion for connection. So you let it go. You don’t forgive them, and you don’t forget. You just stop bleeding for them. You stop shrinking. You stop apologizing for existing. You reclaim your body, your heart, your mind, your soul. Because no one is allowed to make you hate yourself. No one is allowed to take your light. No one is allowed to touch your worth. Real love never cuts this deep. Real love never asks you to disappear. Real love restores. Real love sees you whole.

Never understood why I was never enough not for my parents my kids my partner the ones I picked over myself. The people that claim to care lie or love me me have picked someone else over me time and time again and never thought about how it may effect how I view myself and everyone around me. I isolate myself to avoid bullshit arrogant people liars cheaters he said she said. I’ve come to realization that I will no longer pick others and treat people the same way they treat me.

Missing that special person who is always the one behind my smile ❤️ and makes me feel loved & Darling, you are my treasure; My life depends on you and I would never want to lose you ❤️💐💐 Hope I will get I LOVE YOU when you see this 🌹💐

Dear mom , I wish I could have said these things to you before you died but I wasn’t at the place to feel them , it seems now I’m walking miles in your shoes with more understanding of you and your feelings and heart , you have always had such a kind open heart that always seemed to shine with kindness and care for others , all the years I had felt you chose another over me I now understand it wasn’t a choice of loving one over the other , it was the needs of the other were greater than mine , you always understood me more than I allowed myself to understand you , for that I’m so sorry and regret , I am in the middle of your struggles with a deeper understanding of you , and I know in my heart if I can be like you , than I have accomplished being the person you would want me to be , so I keep trying and forging on though everything that life throws at me .You have always been a inspiration but more so now that I understand you and go though similar things in life . To anyone reading this be kind to your mother , you don’t need to understand her , just love her for who she is .You may not always have her “Respect to Mothers “

True love doesn’t discriminate against imperfections because no one is perfect and regardless of how put together you think you are we all can use some improvement.

When I got remarried after losing my wife to cancer, I had a stepdaughter and a stepson the stepson was someone that people like to pick on in middle school and high school. We sent him down and told him that we would defend him if he had to defend himself against some of these bullies. He actually handled it very well. He told this crazy kid that would blow his trombone in his ear as a way to get under his skin, he told the kid that he had parents permission to sock him, if he kept on disturbing him well it worked the kid backed off just from the simple threat of getting smacked

A 26-vear-old doctor from Germany has become the center of online attention after traveling to Pakistan to marry a 22-year-old man she met while playing the popular online game Roblox. Their unexpected love story has sparked widespread curiosity and discussion across social media Selma, who holds both German and Bosnian citizenship, first connected with Muhammad Akmal through Roblox. What started as casual in-game chats slowly turned into regular conversations. In the beginning their communication was simple, especially since Akmal spoke limited Enalish and often replied briefly. Despite the language barrier they continued talking consistently and gradually developed a deep bond After months of staying in touch online, Akmal proposed to Selma. Taking a leap of faith. she decided to travel to Pakistan to meet him face-to-face. She visited Difaar,village in the Mandi Bahauddin district of Punjab, where Akmal lives with his family With the full support and consent of both families, the couple officially tied the knot According to reports, the wedding celebrations and related arrangements cost around PKR 4.5 million. Adiusting to life in a rural Pakistani village was a big change for Selma. Dailv chores such as washina clothes by hand, cleaning dishes, and preparing rotis were completely new to her However, she expressed her willingness to embrace these changes in order to build a happy life with her husband Selma has chosen to remain in Pakistan and is currently learning Punjabi and Urdu tc communicate better with her husband's family and neighbors. The couple says they are content and committed to their new ourney together. What began as a simple online gaming interaction has transforme nto a real-life marriage, proving that connections can form in the most unexpected places.

I help my man clean up his bm house. So we’ve been doing this for about a year now. Every two weeks we go over there and deep clean 🧽. So around a year ago his child’s mother was in another relationship. The guy she was with wasn’t all that good and ended up going to prison. Anyway long story short, the guy gave her something. So it’s like some days she’s herself and other days she’s not. She stopped cleaning snd everything. Well after getting custody of his child I’m like we can’t just leave her like that. So we both agreed to cleaning her home and buying her the basic necessities she needs and food if she ever runs out. We sit and play board and guessing games just to try and uplift her and get her back in her right state of mind. We take her to appointments if need be. I know some people wouldn’t do this and that’s okay, but that’s the mother of my man’s kid as well as another human….and more importantly another woman. We have to stick together no matter what. So yes I’m gonna make sure she has a full recovery ❤️‍🩹 Credit - Alicia B Rolling

I just want someone to stay. That's it. That's the whole thing. I want someone to look at me—all of me, the messy parts, the broken parts, the parts I hide from everyone—and not leave. I want someone to see me cry and not get uncomfortable. Not try to fix it. Not hand me a tissue and change the subject. Just sit there. Just hold space. Just let me fall apart without making it weird. I want someone to text me first for once. To remember something I said. To check on me without me having to break first. To make me feel like I matter instead of just being an option. I want someone to choose me. Not as a backup. Not as a last resort. Not as the person they settle for when their first choice doesn't work out. Actually choose me. Want me. Miss me. I want someone to hold me. The kind of hold that says "I'm not going anywhere" without using words. The kind that feels like home when you forgot what home felt like. The kind that makes you realize how long it's been since you were really touched. I want someone to know me. Not the version I show the world. The real one. The one with fears and failures and dreams I'm too scared to admit. The one who cries in the car and laughs too loud and stays up late worrying about people who don't worry about me. I want someone to love me without conditions. Without me having to earn it. Without me having to perform. Without me having to shrink or shape-shift or become whoever they need just so they'll stay. I want to believe that person exists. That somewhere out there is someone who will look at my mess and not run. Who will hold my darkness and not flinch. Who will stay when staying is hard because leaving would be harder. I want to believe God is that someone. That even when people leave—and they will, some of them—He won't. That even when I'm unlovable, He loves. That even when I doubt, He stays. That even when I can't feel Him, He's still here.

#respect to the woman whom puts up with a lot and knows she doesn't even have to .