Yesterday, my partner broke up with me. Again. But this time, it feels different. It wasn’t the usual pattern—the one I’ve come to expect. Typically, he breaks up with me, says something mean, and we go days without speaking. Then, like clockwork, he comes home, finds me in bed, and snuggles up next to me like nothing happened. But not this time.
This time, he told his mom he was done with me.
And now, I’m left sitting here, feeling like my entire world is falling apart. I’m questioning why I feel this way—why I feel so sad, so empty, like I don’t even want to keep going.
What hurts the most is how things seemed to be getting better. We were fighting less, communicating more—or so I thought. I had started to feel like maybe we were finally in a good place, or at least headed in that direction. And then, just like that, it all came crashing down.
It doesn’t help that none of my friends are answering their phones. I’ve tried reaching out, desperate for someone to talk to, someone to tell me that I’m not crazy for feeling this way. But all I’m met with is silence, and it’s making me feel even more alone.
Right now, it feels like I have no one.
I’m writing this not because I have all the answers, but because I need to put these feelings somewhere. Maybe you’ve been here before. Maybe you’ve felt this same heaviness in your chest, this same emptiness that feels impossible to fill. If you have, I want you to know that I see you.
And maybe, just maybe, writing this is my way of reminding myself that I’ll get through this too. One day at a time. One breath at a time. Even when it feels impossible.
If you’re feeling like this right now, please know you’re not alone. Let’s remind each other that we’re stronger than we think—even on days when we don’t believe it ourselves.
The Fourth Trimester 