I’m writing this because I can’t carry the silence anymore. I don’t want advice. I don’t need anyone to fix it. I just want someone to see this. To hear me. To know this story happened, and it hurt.

I’m writing this because I can’t carry the silence anymore. I don’t want advice. I don’t need anyone to fix it. I just want someone to see this. To hear me. To know this story happened, and it hurt.

I’m a mom in Mexico. I was in a relationship with a man — let’s call him Daniel — for four years. We lived together. He helped raise my son, who called him “dad.” We were building a life. He told people we were getting married. We adopted pets. We planned trips. And then one day, he packed a change of clothes, walked out the door, and left us like we were nothing.

And the worst part? He’s still with the girl he cheated on me with.

We met by chance, at a concert. We locked eyes like something cinematic. A week later, he liked one of my posts — I recognized him from his profile photo, and we s