I didn’t lose her because I didn’t love her.
I lost her because deep down, I didn’t love myself.
That line still hits me hard.
Back then, I didn’t realise it, but I was pushing away the very love I craved.
Disrespecting her. Testing her. Shutting down. Acting like I didn’t care.
Not because I was a bad man…
But because I didn’t believe I deserved her.
This is one of the moments that started my mission.
The guilt I carried.
The shame.
The regret of realising I’d hurt someone who only ever tried to love me.
But the truth is, I was hurting myself too.
Living from fear. Living from old wounds.
And pretending I had it all together when I was crumbling inside.
No one taught me how to be a man.
No one showed me how to hold love and lead myself at the same time.
That’s why I’m here now.
To make sure no man walks that road alone.
And for the brothers who are still with the woman they love,
to help you not fuck it up the way I did.
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