The final straw came on her birthday. I called her three times, and she didn't pick up—even though she was online and had seen the messages. The next day, all I got was a short "TY" message. No explanation, no apology. That night, she posted thirst traps on her IG stories, and it felt like she was rubbing it in my face. A couple of weeks later, she said she was going to a party and posted a photo from the streets. I stalked the girl she was with on Instagram, and it became clear they were more than just friends. The following week, they were in Busan together, and from the looks of it, they were definitely hooking up. Even if we weren't exclusive, it felt like a slap in the face.
That was the day I kicked Ashley off my Instagram.
Ashley might have been one of the wealthiest girls I'd dated, but there was no reciprocity in sex, no real effort from her side, and her subtle asks for gifts could easily have turned into demands down the line. I found myself spending money on someone who didn't seem to value me beyond what I could provide.
It was time to walk away. I couldn't sustain a relationship like that, and I didn't want to.
Doris, Ashley, Juliette—they're all blurring together in my mind, just fleeting encounters, brief connections, and unmet expectations. Maybe the problem isn't them; maybe it's me. Maybe I need to figure out what I actually want before I keep chasing things that never seem to work. It's time to dig deeper, time to ask myself what I'm really looking for.
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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...
