Love Found Me After It Broke Me

The day I buried my mother was the same day the man I loved blocked my number.

Some people lose one thing at a time.

I lost everything in the same week.

As I stood beside my mother's grave, people whispered words of comfort that I couldn't even hear. My eyes kept searching the crowd for one person the man who had promised to stand by me no matter what happened.

Brian never came.

Not a call.

Not a message.

Not even a simple condolence text.

Three years of love had disappeared as though I had imagined every memory we shared.

That night, after everyone had gone home, I sat alone in my tiny rented room, staring at my phone. I called him over and over until a soft female voice answered.

My heart shattered instantly.

A week later, I saw photos of him online.

He was introducing another woman as the love of his life.

The comments were full of congratulations.

I stared at the screen until my tears blurred the photos.

How could someone replace three years as if they meant nothing?

Life became cruel after that.

Grief followed me everywhere. My landlord wanted rent. My...