Letters to the Men I Loved: Follower Edition
Thank you to all the women who have the courage to seek their own closure by writing a letter that, ultimately, is to themselves and for themselves. We all love and many times we lose but there's so much that we learn and when we learn, we grow. Growth is always necessary. Healing is a beautiful thing.
Thank you for trusting me to share your stories.
I hesitate to write this letter, for fear of facing the truth and eternalizing our sad ending, but here goes: We are not getting married. Despite all my efforts of keeping you and being your wife (even without the rings & before the ceremonies), despite our cosmic connection, our electrifying love, my move across the country, and all of your heartfelt promises, you are not my husband.
A small part of me dies every time I face this truth & realize that you’re gone. I cry even now as I write… I know to seek the path of least resistance, and although I cannot see it now, I am convinced that path is void of you. I know this, because there is no way you could truly be my fated partner and have broken my heart the way you did. TBH, I’m just so mad at you...and I’m sorry. I wish with every piece of me that I could be at peace with your decision to leave me. I want to be brave - trust that the Universe has more in store- that God has someone better for me- and that this was all a priceless lesson on love & life preparing me for my actual husband… Nevertheless, my pain & disappointment drown my heart & bury my happiness.
I suppose I should be thanking you for ending us before we tied ourselves, our names, and our finances together. I’m sure eventually we will both feel like we dodged a bullet but for now, fuck you, dummy. No one would have loved you deeper, further, wider than I. You’re an idiot.
Trading My Tears for Beers,
Shannon, 30 | Los Angeles, CA