Either stay and be miserable or come home and never look back.

So I decided to come home - to where I was safe, to where my family and loved ones were. I may have lost a lot of money, but I had to cut my losses, pick up the pieces, and move on. I’ve never felt betrayal like this. I still can’t believe I flew more than 2,000 miles to get my heart stomped on, to be humiliated in front of all his friends and family, and to be taken advantage of.

I would like to believe I’m stronger now. Yes, I’m still going to make mistakes, but it’s better to make the huge mistakes now then later, right? It still hurts badly. I still don’t know if I’ll be able to trust anyone like I used to. But I’m home now. And I’m not looking back.