I’ve loved him from when I was seven…
We grew up together, fell in love, and built a family.
But I didn’t know love could shift so fast.
I met him when I was seven.
We were just kids, paying tag, sharing snacks, and passing notes.
And even then, something about him felt familiar.
Like home before I even knew what that meant.
We grew up doing everything together.
Through middle school, high school, breakups, makeups, hallway kisses, and teenage promises.
By the time I turned 18, I was pregnant.
And I wasn’t scared.
I was in love.
I thought we’ve always been us, so now we’ll just be us with a baby.
He wanted to provide.
Said I didn’t need to work.
And that he had me. Us.
So, I moved into his life and lived with his family in their house.
And at first, it was sweet.
We decorated a tiny corner of the room for our baby.
He’d kiss my belly and talk about all the things we’d do as a family.
I Believed Him.
We were excited. We thought we were just extending our love.
But then the baby came.
And everything shifted.
Sleepless nights. Endless feedings.
My body was healing, and my mind unraveling.
And no one seemed to notice but me.
His parents started watching me closely, commenting on how much I slept, how little I talked, how I “should be more grateful.”
I felt like I was auditioning for a role I thought I already had.
They judged my motherhood, my mood, and the portion of food I ate, and would talk about me like I wasn’t in the room.
You’d think I was just some girl their son got pregnant, not the girl who loved him since she was seven.
He didn’t know what to do and couldn’t stand up for us.
He would work, come home, kiss the baby, play games, and leave me to navigate the new world I had been dropped into.
No one told me how isolating it would be.
To be in love, in a house full of people, and still feel completely alone.
To need help but not know how to ask for it without sounding ungrateful.
And to be exhausted and still expected to smile like I was living the dream.
I was neither lazy nor was I bitter. I was just tired.
And invisible.
I thought love was enough.
That growing up together meant we’d grow through everything.
But no one prepared me for what it would feel like to love someone since you were seven,
only to grow up and realize you’re the only one still growing.
So what do you do when the person you trusted with your heart, future, and baby starts to feel like a stranger… under the same roof you gave up everything to live under?
I’m still figuring that out.
But I know this…I didn’t lose myself in one moment.
It happened slowly.
And maybe, just maybe, I can find myself again the same way.
Slowly. Quietly. On my own terms.
Because that’s what healing is.
And if you’re going through your healing phase, I encourage you to take as much time as you need to heal emotionally and mentally.
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