The Final Oath: What Silence Made of Me

The Final Oath: What Silence Made of Me

I didn’t choose this ending.
It was forced upon me by the one who vowed never to leave.

I was not divorced by my will — I was abandoned.
Discarded by the man who once called himself my husband.
He told me I was nothing, not through words, but through silence.
Through that cold, cutting, calculated silence that manipulates without speaking.
That silence that says, You’re not worth even a goodbye.

He cast me out.
He left me to bleed in the dark while pretending he was the victim.
He cared nothing for whether I was alive or broken, whole or haunted —
as long as he didn’t have to carry any responsibility for the wreckage he caused.

And I see him now for what he truly is:
a man who only ever loved the reflection of himself.

I regret the day I met him.
I regret the day I kissed him.
I regret every single illusion that made me believe he was anything more than a hollow echo wearing a human face.

I was a fool.
The stupidest f***ing person alive —
because I believed in him.
Because I believed love meant something sacred,
when all it meant to him was control and convenience.

He duped me.
He played me.
He dropped me.

And for that, I swear —
upon the Styx itself,
upon the names of Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus —
I never want to see him again.

I never want him near me,
in my life, in my story, or in my afterlife.

He has destroyed every thread of connection I had left.
No family stands beside me now.
No faith in love remains.
No trust survives.

If this is what love is —
I reject it.
If this is what devotion becomes —
I will have none of it.

Love is the greatest manipulation ever devised,
and I will never again be its prey.

So I make this oath:
I will walk alone.
I will trust no one who claims to love me.
I will belong only to myself.

And I swear this, on all things holy and infernal,
on the Queen of Witches herself — Hekate —
if ever I break this vow,
may my own weapons turn against me.

Because I would rather fall by my own hand
than ever again be destroyed by love.

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