It's Easy to Fall Out of Love
For eight long years, Bryan Millan and I were married, but you’d never have known it by looking at his life. He never once acknowledged our relationship in public. Not a single post, not a single mention of me on his social media.
Then came our anniversary. The day that was supposed to be about us. Instead, Bryan made an announcement on his Instagram account—just not the one I expected.
There he was, hand in hand with his assistant, her draped in a wedding dress. The caption read: [When you're in love, you want the whole world to know.]
The comments flooded in.
[Bryan finally got married!]
[Congrats! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together!]
In that moment, I could no longer lie to myself. Bryan wasn't reserved. He just never loved me.
So, I decided to let go.
But he wasn't ready for that.
He clung to me, desperate now. But I pried his hands off and laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that comes from somewhere deep inside when you realize you're finally free.
Then, I looked him straight in the eye and said the words I'd been holding in, "Don't beg me to come back. Because now that I don't love you, I've never felt better."