I was in a two-year relationship with someone I thought I was building a life with. I moved countries for us, rearranged my education and future around the idea that we were a team. My family supported it. I believed in it fully.
Then everything unraveled.
He started emotionally cheating on me with someone else—an intern at his company, while he was in a senior role. She also had a boyfriend at the time. The two of them got together while we were still living together. He brought her into our home. She knew I still lived there. She made herself loud, visible, and disrespectfully present in my space.
They laughed. They cooked together. She made noises I could hear. It was humiliating. He even brought her around while my mother was visiting—after promising he wouldn’t. That moment broke something in me. Not just because of what happened, but because I realized how little he cared for the sacrifices I had made and the people who loved me.
I stayed quiet. For months. I tried to take the high road, go to therapy, move forward. I told myself I was healing.
But something inside me kept saying: this wasn’t just betrayal. It was deeply unethical. She now has a full-time job at the same company—where all this began while she was his intern. I had to ask myself: If this happened to someone else’s daughter, sister, or friend, would I still stay quiet?
So I sent an anonymous email to HR and the managing director. I didn’t name myself. I didn’t ask for punishment. I simply shared the truth: there was favoritism, a clear conflict of interest, and a pattern of unprofessional behavior that shouldn’t go unnoticed in a company that claims to uphold fairness.
It wasn’t about revenge. I don’t care if they stay together or not. I don’t need them to be punished. But I do need to be able to sleep at night knowing that I stood up for myself, after everything I put into that relationship—and everything they took away from me so carelessly.
Sometimes closure isn’t them apologizing.
Sometimes it’s just finally saying, “What happened wasn’t okay.”
And letting the consequences—whatever they are—unfold without guilt.
To anyone out there dealing with a disrespectful breakup:
You are allowed to speak up.
You are allowed to protect your dignity.
And no, it doesn’t make you petty or dramatic. It makes you done.
P.S. I used chat gpt to summarise everything