I’m Mercy. I used to think I’d found the real deal – a guy who looked at me like I hung the moon, who called just to hear my voice, who talked about forever like it was already ours. He chased me hard, and I fell harder. Then one random Tuesday, after I was already all in, he casually dropped, “By the way… I’m married.” Just like that. I should’ve run. Instead I stayed, because he swore his marriage was dead and that I was his peace, his future. Biggest mistake my heart ever made.
Suddenly my love story turned into hiding in shadows. We only met when it was convenient for him. Out in public? He walked ten steps ahead like I was a stranger. No hand-holding, no photos, no “this is my girlfriend”. If someone asked who I was, he’d laugh it off – “Oh, just a friend” – while I stood there swallowing glass. I became this invisible side dish he enjoyed in private but was ashamed to serve at the table.
The lies chipped away at me. Sleepless nights, panic attacks, hair falling out from stress. I’d beg for crumbs of respect, and he’d never give. “Babe, keep it quiet; I don’t need drama at home,” he’d whisper, like my dignity was the drama. I felt worthless. And the worst part? I let it happen. Continue reading https://drbokko.com/?p=35126
