I Thought It Was Forever- Healing Story and Heartbreak (Divorce Story)

I never thought I’d have a divorce story to tell. I never even imagined it. When I got married, I believed it was forever. I met his family, we built a life together, and when I got pregnant, I thought it was just the beginning of something even better. But everything fell apart.

I won’t say I was perfect—I wasn’t. I had my flaws too. But I also know that I trusted him, and over time, that trust started to break. He kept things from me, acted secretive, and made me feel like I was crazy for noticing. I tried to ignore it, tried to believe in him. He told me he would prove to me that I could trust him again, but that didn’t last.

During my pregnancy, I felt everything so deeply. My emotions were everywhere, and I got really depressed. It wasn’t just in my head—it was my hormones, my body, everything changing. But he didn’t understand that. He didn’t understand why I was feeling the way I was, and instead of helping me, it felt like he pulled away.

I ended up in the psych ward. Not because I was crazy, but because I needed space. I needed time to clear my mind, to figure things out. I couldn’t have my phone, I couldn’t talk to anyone, and I just wanted to breathe. When he came to visit, I couldn’t even look at him. I was hurt, I was overwhelmed, and I wasn’t ready. He took that as rejection, but that’s not what it was. I just needed time.

And then I lost the baby.

I was in so much pain, but I was alone. I couldn’t reach out, I couldn’t talk to him, and when I finally did, he blamed me. He thought I did it on purpose. I had to have a nurse explain to him that I didn’t, but he didn’t believe it. And after that, something changed. He started being different with me, saying things he never said before, acting like I was just too much for him to deal with.

Then, just like that, he was done. We had just gotten married. We weren’t even together for that long—barely a few months. And yet, he was the one who ended it. He was upset that our marriage was so short, but that didn’t even make sense—because he was the one who gave up. I never wanted to leave him. I still wanted to fight for us.

This divorce story wasn’t something I chose—it was something that was forced on me. He filed for divorce without even telling me. He had already planned to leave, and I didn’t even know. And when I asked why, he told me that if I hadn’t been pregnant, he wouldn’t have wanted to stay with me in the first place.

I gave up so much for him. I left my family behind. I left everything I knew. I built my life around him, and then he just walked away. Now, he has his friends, his family, his whole life still intact. And I have nothing. No family, no home, nothing that I thought I would have.

I don’t know if he ever really loved me. Maybe he did, but love isn’t supposed to just disappear like that. Love isn’t supposed to leave you at your lowest. Love isn’t supposed to make you feel like you’re crazy when you know something’s wrong.

Now, I’m just trying to figure out what comes next. This is my healing after divorce journey. I know I’ll be okay one day, but right now, it still hurts. I just needed to get this all out.