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I Funded Her Dream for 6 Years… Then She Left Me for Someone Else | TRUE STORY
Sep 12, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories I Funded Her Dream for 6 Years… Then She Left Me for Someone Else | TRUE STORY 💔 This isn’t a love story. It’s a cautionary tale. I supported Violet through law school, paid for her rent, her car, her future — investing over $193,000 into the woman I loved… only to discover I was just a stepping stone in her journey. For six years, I believed we were building a future together. But in the end, I was just the silent partner funding her escape. In this video, I share the full truth: how love became obligation, how betrayal surfaced through whispers and shadows, and what it means to give everything for someone who never planned to stay. ⚠️ If you've ever been used, ghosted, or blindsided by someone you trusted — this story will hit home. 🔁 Share your story in the comments. 💬 Let’s talk about what it means to love without losing yourself. 👉 Like, subscribe, and turn on notifications for more real-life stories that go beneath the surface. #HeartbreakStory #ToxicRelationships #RelationshipBetrayal #SheUsedMe #LoveAndLoss #RealStorytime
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My love story with Violet wasn't a
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romance. It was a contract.
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I was the silent partner, the investor
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who poured everything he had into a
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startup called her dreams. For 6 years,
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I believed I was helping her build a
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future for us. But in the end, I was
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just funding her escape.
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I met Violet when we were 22. She was
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all ambition and anxiety, a whirlwind of
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law school dreams and student loan
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nightmares. She wanted to save the
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world, to fight for environmental
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justice, and I fell for the fierceness
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in her eyes. The first investment was a
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prep course for the Elsat.
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It was $1,000, a small fortune for me
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then, but a price I was happy to pay to
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see her light up. When she got accepted
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to her dream school, her joy was
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infectious. We celebrated as a team, two
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kids on the brink of something
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incredible.
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But that was the beginning of the end.
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The dream school came with a $45,000
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annual price tag. She said she couldn't
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ask me to do it, but her eyes held a
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silent plea. I told her, "You're not
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asking. We're a team. Your success is my
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success."
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And with those words, I stopped being a
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boyfriend and became a benefactor.
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I paid her tuition, her rent, and when
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her car broke down, I bought her a new
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one. I watched her transform from a
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stressed out student into a confident,
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polished woman who commanded every room
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she entered. I was so proud.
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I saw her 18-hour study days, her
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exhaustion, her dedication, and I
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believed that my money was freeing her
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to be the brilliant woman she was always
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meant to be. We'd share quiet moments at
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the end of the day, and she'd whisper,
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"You're too good to me. I don't know how
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I'll ever repay you.
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Just don't forget about us, I'd whisper
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back. She'd laugh and promise she never
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would. I thought those promises were
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etched in stone. The first crack in our
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foundation appeared after she passed the
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bar exam with flying colors. The job
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offers rolled in, a torrent of
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opportunities she'd always dreamed of.
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She started going to networking events
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that lasted until the early hours.
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She'd come home smelling of expensive
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perfume and tell me about the brilliant
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people she was meeting, the visionaries
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who truly understood her. I trusted her.
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Why wouldn't I? This was Violet, the
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woman I'd poured my heart and wallet
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into.
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The final offer came from a prestigious
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environmental law firm. The salary was
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staggering, more than twice what I made.
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We should have celebrated, but she went
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out with her new colleagues and came
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home at 2:00 a.m. She said, "This is
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everything we worked for." But the word
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felt hollow. She started talking about
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reinventing herself, of needing a new
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wardrobe, a new hairstyle, a new
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everything.
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She started looking at our comfortable
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apartment with disdain, calling it
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unprofessional.
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I saw it then. Somewhere in her
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transformation from student to lawyer, I
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had become a limitation. Our modest
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life, our shared history, was a reminder
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of a past she was desperate to shed. The
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breaking point arrived 3 months into her
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new job. I came home early, hoping to
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surprise her with dinner. I heard her
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voice from the bedroom, hushed and full
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of guilt. "No, Marcus," she said. "He
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paid for everything. Law school, my car,
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everything. I can't just My blood ran
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cold. I know. I know you're right. I
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just feel guilty. He's been so good to
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me. But yes, you're right. I can't let
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gratitude hold me back from what I
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really want.
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I left the house driving aimlessly for
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hours, the words echoing in my head. She
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was planning to leave me for someone
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else, a colleague named Marcus, and her
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only hesitation was guilt. When I came
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home that night, she was waiting with a
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facade of normaly. She cooked my
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favorite meal, smiled and asked about my
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day. "Who's Marcus?" I asked. Her smile
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faltered. "Just a colleague," she said,
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but her eyes were already telling me the
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truth.
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The next few weeks were a living
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nightmare. Every conversation felt like
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a performance. I started noticing
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everything I had missed. Her phone face
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down, the late nights on Thursdays, the
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subtle flinch when I touched her. I
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hired a private investigator. I had to
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know. The photos arrived a week later. A
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dossier of my betrayal. Violet and
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Marcus, a distinguished looking man in
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his 40s, holding hands, kissing, getting
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into his BMW. The timestamps showed this
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had been going on for months. But the
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real gut punch was the social media
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report.
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Violet had a private Instagram account,
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one I didn't know existed, filled with
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photos of her and Marcus on luxury trips
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and at exclusive events. In every
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picture, she looked radiant, free, happy
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in a way I hadn't seen in years.
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The final photo, a toast with her new
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crowd, had a caption that read, "Finally
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becoming the person I was always meant
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to be."
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I realized then that I wasn't the love
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of her life. I was a chapter she was
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ready to close, a reminder of who she
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used to be. That night, I cooked her
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favorite meal. "What's the occasion?"
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she asked, her eyes nervous. "Can't I
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just want to celebrate my amazing
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girlfriend?" I asked and watched her wse
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at the word. Over dessert, I asked the
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question that had been burning inside
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me. "Are you happy? Really truly happy
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with us?" The air was heavy with her
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silence. "That's not a fair question,"
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she said finally, her voice thick with
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guilt. She stood up, pacing the room.
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"Because
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everything is so complicated. You've
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done so much for me. I'm grateful. I
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really am. But I feel like I'm
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suffocating.
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Suffocating."
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The word hit me like a physical blow.
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Every time I want to make a decision
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about my life, my career, my future, I
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have to think about what you've invested
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in me, about what I owe you. I can't
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move forward because I'm always looking
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back at everything you've given me. I
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never asked you to owe me anything, I
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said, my voice quiet.
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But I do, she exploded. Don't you see? I
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owe you everything. My degree, my
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career, my entire life. It all exists
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because of your money. And now everyone
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at work knows it. They call me your
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project. They say I'm only where I am
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because my boyfriend bankrolled my
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education.
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The accusation stung.
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Do I? She said, her voice dripping with
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bitterness. Because sometimes I wonder
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if you fell in love with me or with the
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idea of creating me.
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Maybe there was some truth in that.
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Maybe I had become addicted to being the
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hero, the one who made her dreams
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possible.
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But my hurt outweighed any
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self-reflection.
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"So, what are you saying?" I asked. She
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wiped her eyes, her shoulders
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straightening. She was every inch the
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polished lawyer she'd become. "I'm
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saying I need space. I need to figure
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out who I am when I'm not defined by
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what I owe you." And Marcus, I asked,
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does he factor into this soulsearching?
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Her face went white. How do you know? I
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know, Violet. I've known for weeks. I
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stood up and went to the bedroom,
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retrieving the folder I had been
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keeping. I came back and placed it on
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the table. The bank statements and
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receipts a stark, brutal testament to
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our history.
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$193,000,
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I said, my voice flat. That's what I
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invested in your dream, in you. She
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stared at the papers, her tears now a
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mixture of frustration and rage.
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I never asked you to keep track. I
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didn't keep track for you. I said I kept
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track for me because I thought we were
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building something together, but I was
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building you. And the moment you didn't
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need building anymore, you started
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looking for the exit. I'm not the
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villain here, she said, her voice
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pleading. People grow apart. People
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change.
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You're right, I said, and she looked
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surprised.
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You don't owe me your life, but you owed
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me honesty. You owed me the respect of
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ending things before you started
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something with someone else.
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I was trying to protect you, she
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whispered. Protect me or protect
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yourself from feeling guilty about
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taking everything I gave you and walking
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away. She grabbed her purse. I can't do
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this right now. Where are you going? To
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Marcus. I'll come back for my things
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tomorrow when you're at work. And just
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like that, 6 years of shared history
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ended. not with a dramatic fight, but
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with a quiet retreat. The apartment felt
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vast and empty. I sat surrounded by the
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ghosts of our life and tried to
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understand how love could turn into
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this. She came back the next day, just
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as she'd promised, and took her things.
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The last thing she left was a note on
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the kitchen counter. Thank you for
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everything.
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I hope someday you'll understand that
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letting me go is the kindest thing you
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could do. I'll pay you back when I can.
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I never got the money back. I never got
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a genuine apology.
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But what she left behind was far more
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valuable. A lesson.
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The difference between investment and
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love. Between supporting someone's
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dreams and enabling their selfishness.
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3 months later, I saw the engagement
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announcement on social media. Violet and
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Marcus radiant at some gala. The ring
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enormous. The caption read, "So grateful
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to have found my perfect match. Here's
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to new beginnings and the courage to
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follow your heart."
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New beginnings. As if our six years had
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been nothing more than a cage she'd
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finally escaped.
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Sometimes late at night, I still wonder
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if she was right. Maybe I did fall in
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love with the idea of creating her
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success story.
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Maybe I was holding her back from
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becoming who she was meant to be. Maybe
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that makes me just as guilty as she was.