TheHonestpen

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[TheHonestpen @klabi_sandra]

@Justwandyy Wow….. this is so painful

[TheHonestpen @klabi_sandra]

the delayed truth taught me something I’ll never forget. It taught me how dangerous it is to mistake familiarity for honesty. It taught me that a man can be gentle in tone and still be reckless with your heart. It taught me that being chosen is not the same as being respected.

[TheHonestpen @klabi_sandra]

My heart wasn’t broken because he was married. It broke because he had watched me dream, watched me believe, watched me invest my emotions, while keeping the biggest truth hidden from me. Every kind word now felt contaminated.

[TheHonestpen @klabi_sandra]

“Femi….I can’t be your second wheel. I won’t go through the same situationship like my mom. No, no never. You see this thing between us man, it ends today and now”.
He was silent and never bothered to say any word. Immediately I packed the few things I have in his apartment.

[TheHonestpen @klabi_sandra]

There was none. Only calm. Only certainty. Only the cold, infuriating ease of a man who had already rehearsed this conversation and expected me to fit neatly into it.

To be continued…..

[TheHonestpen @klabi_sandra]

The Experience I Never Asked For

I was convinced I had finally met my last bus stop.
Not because he was rich. Not because he made empty promises. But because he was consistent. He remembered the little things, checked in after work, and somehow made Mondays feel lighter.

[TheHonestpen @klabi_sandra]

I hated how my body betrayed me by trembling before my mind had even caught up. I looked at his face, searching for shame, for hesitation, for any sign that he understood what he had done to me. This was someone I told I was done with love when he approached me the first time.