He didn’t love me, and that’s so painful to say i didn’t want to believe it, but it’s the reality i must face. I lied to myself so much for his sake, kept searching for excuses to explain how he behaves. I sat in therapy day after day complaining and twisting this reality until it falls away, then it happened that one final day when i ran out of excuses and reality and me came face to face. The fantasy faded and the masked fell out of place and i heard myself crying while my lips slowly finally say “He don’t love me„ and it all ended that day.