[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”415″ img_size=”Full” alignment=”center” css=””][vc_column_text css=””]I asked myself one day, “What’s the next thing for me – now that love has failed me?

Dealing with heartbreak or love disappointment as a Christian woman is different from an unbeliever. Recently I have been reflecting on my love life, discovering patterns and making adjustments to some results I’ve had in the past. Learning and unlearning so many things on this self-love  journey. Part of the conclusions I made was regarding how to heal and move on with life when love has failed you.

I’ve always believed in love.
Not the transactional kind. Not the performative kind.
But the ride-or-die, deeply rooted, God-breathed kind of love.
The kind that holds your hand in the dark, speaks life over your fears and walks beside you when the road gets rough.
But somewhere along the line, love—at least the kind I’ve given—started to fail me.
Not because I stopped believing in it. Not because I didn’t give it my all.
But because the people I gave it to… didn’t know what to do with it.
They saw my kindness and mistook it for weakness.
They saw my willingness to stay and mistook it for gullibility.
They received the fullness of my love… and returned it with emotional neglect, silence, withdrawal, or manipulation.
Sometimes even financial abuse masked as entitlement.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”1128″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center” css=””][vc_column_text css=””]I’ve never been physically abused.
But let’s not pretend that emotional and financial betrayal doesn’t leave bruises—ones no one can see, but you feel every single day.
And so, the pattern goes:
I give. I love. I hope.
Then one day, I get tired. Tired enough to walk away, because staying becomes too heavy, too lonely, too soul-draining.
And yet… I still believe in love.
Not because I’ve experienced it perfectly, but because I’ve seen it in others.
I know couples who love each other well—who grow together, who fight fair, who pray together, who stay.
I know it exists. I just sometimes wonder: Did God write that chapter for me?
Maybe love is not something God predestined for me in the romantic sense.
Maybe He gave me a different kind of calling—one that demands I learn how to pour back into myself all that I so easily pour into others.
Maybe He’s teaching me that love is not just about who you give it to—but also about how you protect it when someone tries to misuse it.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”1130″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center” css=””][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=””]So if love has failed you too, please hear me:
You’re not broken. You’re not too much. You’re not naive for believing in love.
You are brave for continuing to hope in something that hasn’t yet found you in the way you deserve.
This is not your ending.
It’s just a pause.
A healing.
A redefinition of what love should be, starting with how you love yourself.
Love hasn’t failed you.
People have.
But you? You’re still standing. Still hoping. Still loving.

And that’s the most beautiful kind of strength there is.

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