I gave up giving him chances

I gave up giving him chances because every chance I handed him was another piece of myself I was sacrificing. 

I kept believing that maybe the next apology would be real, that maybe he would wake up one morning and finally see the weight of the pain he kept putting me through. 

I stayed longer than I should have, hoping that love alone could fix what he kept breaking. 

But every promise he made faded the moment things got difficult, and every chance I gave became a reminder of how little he valued my effort, my loyalty, and my heart.

I reached a point where I couldn’t keep rebuilding myself after every disappointment he delivered so easily. 

I couldn’t keep pretending that “maybe next time” would ever come. 

It hurt to realize that he was comfortable hurting me, comfortable watching me forgive him again and again, because he knew I always would. 

And that was the moment I chose to stop. I chose to walk away from the cycle that was draining me. 

I gave up giving him chances not because I stopped loving him, but because I finally started loving myself enough to let go of someone who only knew how to take