I worked double shifts, skipped vacations, and drained my savings so my husband could chase his dream of becoming a doctor. The day he graduated, I stood there, proud. But before I could celebrate, he turned to me and said six words that shattered everything: “You’re not good enough for me.”

They say love is about sacrifice. About lifting each other up, weathering storms together, and believing in someone even when they don’t believe in themselves. I did all that and more… for him. But love, I learned, is also about knowing when you’ve been played…

The memory of our early days together still flashes through my mind. My husband Jake hunched over textbooks at our tiny kitchen table, dark circles under his eyes, and the weight of med school crushing him.

“Gabby, I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” he said one night, his voice cracking. “The tuition just went up again.”

I set down my coffee, walked over, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “We’ll figure it out. I got that promotion, remember? We’re a team.”