Òyì nke e mepụtara

I left her… and it saved me. Years ago, I was the only one trying. She’d agree to dates… then leave me waiting for hours, only to cancel. Again and again. I got tired. I walked away. It wasn’t easy. I even left our whole friend group and had to start over. But eventually… my life got better. Hers didn’t. She spent years with an abusive partner. And on the day of their wedding… he left her at the altar. Years later, we met again. She said she regretted everything. So… we tried one more time. Noth