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When you
need to have the harsh conversation with yourself in the mirror”, please have
it. For 3 weeks now I've been forcing myself to state it as it is: “He never
chose me. Even when I tried my hardest. He didn't pick me.” I have had friends
thank me for telling them this. However, I still do it often to release myself
from the grip of heartache.
I have
been dating since age 16. Two very short relationships in High School but then
age 21 I got hooked. When I say hooked I mean stuck. He could do no wrong. In
my eyes this person was everything. He could do no wrong, ever. As a
matter of fact, I think at some point I asked him if he had used “Umuti” on me
as a form of trapping me in a relationship. Alas we laughed at that question
for years after.
I have been
in his life for nearly a decade now and there is nothing that we do not
discuss. However I had to do something for myself to begin the process of
weaning him off. I must be honest, he is not completely out my life but I am
getting there. I had to have a conversation with myself regarding how I was
never the one he wanted.
I started
this practice whenever I felt I missed him; I would go to the mirror and tell
myself he doesn’t love me. Then I realised love wasn’t the issue, the issue was
he never picked me! He never stopped in his tracks and thought that I could be
the one he could spend the rest of his life on earth with. I had to repeat it
to myself until the penny dropped. It took me some months, but I got there. I
am so glad I could be real and honest with myself and the journey to confront
the demon of loneliness. But not just that. I had to face the fact that while I
was in pain and angry he was in bed with another woman, why? Because he never
picked me. He never wanted me.
He’s happy
with his family and I’m happy with my life. Rebuilding the ruins of a broken
heart takes time. I am willing to do the work so that one day I can be truly
loved and I can truly bring the real me into a relationship and not hold any
anger against men. I hope this blog sends you to a quiet space where you can
look yourself in the mirror and tell yourself he never picked you. Where you
can deal with all the sadness, hurt, insufferable pain and get up and
live. Some days are good, on others you will need to go back and ask the
same question, and go through those emotions, but it gets better in time.

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