What my life looks like....(love sex and money).

washes over me. It was a love story like no other, one where I poured my heart and soul into a man who had a multitude of

e moment our eyes met, I was swept away on a tide of emotions, believing that our connection was unique an

hind his charming façade lay a complex web of entanglements, a string of other lovers who shared a piece of his heart. It was as if I had stumbled upo

trayal. I questioned my own worth, grappling with feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt. How could I have be

urs, I wrestled with conflicting emotions. Part of me longed to break free, to sever the ties that bound me to a love that would never be fully mine

than a fraction of his love. I deserved a love that was whole and undivided, a love that would cherish me as the sole object of its affection.

days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the wounds began to heal, and the specter of his love began to fade. In the qu

gh the pain and the lessons learned that I grew into the person I am today. I no longer define my

of devotion and trust. I hold onto the hope that someday, I will find a love that is as fiercely loyal and unwavering as the love I onc