Unplanned, Unprepared and Unbreakable

We were in LOVE, until we weren’t…

I met Landon in a crowded club—loud music, dim lights, and a version of me that still believed I could fix broken people with love. He wasn’t my type, not even close. Something about his energy felt chaotic, untethered. But he was persistent. He chased me like I was his missing piece, and I mistook that intensity for love. I was the calm he said he needed. The anchor in his storm. What I didn’t know—what he didn’t tell me—was that I wasn’t the only woman in his life. I was the other woman, unknowingly stepping into a story already stained with betrayal.

When the truth surfaced, I tried to walk away. But Landon’s friends pleaded his case—and so did mine. They said he could change. They said I brought out the best in him. And maybe, after everything, I wanted to believe it too. I had been single for a while. My last relationship had been serious, and its ending left a mark. I thought I’d grown—I believed in communication, honesty, laying all the cards on the table. And I did. I told Landon everything. But all he gave me in return were lies. Lies so carefully told, so convincingly lived, that when they finally unraveled, they shook me to the core.”

I was a mumma’s girl. Losing her so early in life left a hole no one else could ever fill. Just when I thought I was learning to live with that loss, life threw another emotional curveball my way—one I wasn’t ready for, and didn’t see coming. 

I didn’t know it then, but this was only the beginning. The beginning of a love that would unravel, a self I would lose, and a life I’d have to rebuild—piece by painful piece.