One day, I decided I'd had enough. I didn't want to keep checking my Instagram to see if she was watching my stories, waiting for some kind of response or validation from her. So, I removed her. I cut her out of my life as easily as I had added her in the first place.
There was no dramatic goodbye, no big fallout. Just a quiet decision that I didn't need this kind of dynamic in my life. I was tired of being her personal ATM, tired of the emotional rollercoaster, and tired of being labeled for things I hadn't done.
Looking back, I'm relieved I didn't get too attached. The more I think about it, the more I realize I dodged a bullet. Rose was shaping up to be someone who would take and take without ever giving back. She wasn't interested in contributing to a balanced relationship—financially, emotionally, or otherwise.
In the end, it was just another fleeting connection. I'm fine with that. The experience taught me a lot about my own boundaries, about what I'm willing to tolerate, and when it's time to walk away. And for that, I'm grateful—to myself.
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From Singapore to the World: A Journey of Lesbian Love Across The Globe
RomanceThis is my personal story-an unfiltered and raw memoir that takes you along on my journey through love, lust, heartbreak, and self-discovery. It's about navigating relationships as a Singaporean woman exploring her identity in a world where every ci...
