## The Year That Broke Me

**A story of betrayal, survival, and the search for redemption**

### The Last Purchase

I held the shopping bags in my hands—my last purchase of 2025. Small consolations for a year that had stripped me of everything. As I looked at these modest items, I couldn't help but think back to how it all began, how a single moment changed the trajectory of my entire life.

### The Day Everything Changed

She was supposed to be my forever. That's what I believed with every fiber of my being. But forever ended the day she chased me out onto the street—the woman I had given my whole heart to, now the person I wished I'd never met.

What followed was a descent I never imagined possible. I became a rough sleeper, drifting between hotels, motels, and places I'd rather not name. Each night in a different place, each morning waking up to the same nightmare. But the worst part wasn't the instability or the loss of comfort—it was the betrayal that cut deeper than any physical hardship ever could.

### The Crushing of Pride

One God damn act. That's all it took. One decision from her unraveled everything—businesses I'd built, relationships I'd nurtured, financial stability I'd worked years to achieve. My pockets went from full to empty. Banks that once trusted me now held nothing but my debts. And for what? Emotions, she said. Maybe something else, but I stopped caring about the reasons.

What truly destroyed me wasn't the material loss. It was watching the woman I loved dishonor me publicly, posting on social media, justifying her intimate behaviors with other men while I stood there as her husband, powerless and humiliated.

### The Confrontation

I remember the day I confronted her idol on TikTok. I thought I was standing up for my marriage, for my dignity. Instead, she humiliated me in front of everyone. My own wife demeaned me publicly. I stood there in shock, thinking this was something that only happens in movies—but here I was, living it.

That man, that asshole, had the audacity to declare publicly, to challenge me, swearing that as long as he's alive, she would never come back to me. And she? She told me we could never be together because she was afraid to lose their friendship and her family's support.

*Just imagine that. Your wife saying those words to you. And all you can do is stand there and take it.*

The embarrassment. Being the laughing stock. Every man who heard the story looking at me with pity or contempt. My ego, my pride—crushed. Nothing left but scars forever embedded in this dying heart of mine.

### When Vultures Circle

Word spreads fast when someone falls. Everyone saw our situation, and like vultures, they circled. They came to rob, to cheat, to steal whatever they could from us.

For her, maybe it was just her body they took advantage of, momentary disadvantages she'd recover from. But for me? It was disastrous. Complete ruin.

My own business partner—someone I trusted—saw an opportunity in my vulnerability. She wanted to escape her perverted husband and his countless affairs, so she lied. She told everyone we had slept together. Why? So she could take all my money—the funds I had loaded from six banks for our business, money meant to purchase stock for the 2025 Chinese New Year season.

Just like that, it was gone. My ability to recover, stolen. My reputation, destroyed. My future, uncertain.

And this was just *one* of the many things that happened to me at the beginning of this year.

### The Weight of Betrayal

> How can people be so ruthless, so heartless, so brutal—with no fear of repercussions from the Lord God Almighty watching from heaven?

I treated these people well. I gave them my trust, my kindness, my resources. And they all turned their backs. They stabbed me, deep and hard. Even wives were no exception to this cruelty.

Every single day, there's no lack of people trying to provoke me—on social media, in person. They tell me to die, that a life like mine isn't worth living. They say my wife is their slave, their plaything, and that I'm the worst, a disgrace to being a man.

### Searching for Relief

I tried everything to numb the pain, to find a way forward.

Intoxication didn't work. The numbness was temporary, and the pain always returned sharper than before.

Counseling didn't work. Words of wisdom and therapeutic techniques couldn't reach the depth of this wound.

Even if angels came down from heaven, I don't think they could lift me up one bit.

### The Road to Nowhere

Each day feels like walking a tiring road that leads nowhere. I keep moving, but I never arrive. I try to recover, but instead of getting better, things get worse.

But I have one thing—one small thing that keeps me going. This smile. It might seem insignificant to others, but this smile is what I carry with me each day. It's the only thing that's dragged me through this God damn year.

### Waiting for a Miracle

I need a supernatural manifestation from God. I dream of the day when I can join the ministry, when I can share my testimony with others who are suffering, when I can tell them that survival is possible.

But I know there's still so much more to go through. The peace I once had—the peace I took for granted—feels like a distant memory. Maybe one day it will return.

Maybe.

### Last Words Before the New Year

I just needed to let this out one last time before this year is gone. It's not easy to swallow when you see the people you treated well become the ones who hurt you most. When the person you loved with everything becomes the source of your greatest pain.

But tomorrow is another day. Another year is coming.

**Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.**

If you made it this far, thank you for reading this story with a bad ending. Pray that I can make it through alive before being called home.

God help us all.

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*More to come when time allows...*

### Final Reflections: What 5 Years Taught Me

In truth, I didn't want things to end. But five years of marriage taught me hard lessons about relationships and what true love really means.

**The Pressure of Living in Singapore**

Living in a metropolitan city like Singapore, the fear of losing out—of not measuring up—weighs heavy on everyone. The pressure to succeed, to maintain face, to keep up with society's expectations can drive people to extremes. Even strangers, people we've never met face to face, feel entitled to interfere in our lives.

**Outside Forces**

There were so many voices from the outside—people hiding behind computer monitors, giving orders, manipulating decisions, doing everything they could to ensure our union broke beyond repair. They worked tirelessly to see us fall apart, to guarantee we could never fix what was broken.

**It Takes Two**

But ultimately, like the old saying goes: it takes two to tango, two hands to clap. Whatever the external pressures, whatever the manipulation from outsiders, in the end it comes down to choice. She chose them over me. That choice alone showed me the true depth—or rather, the true shallowness—of our love.

**How It Ends Matters Most**

It's not about how well you start a relationship. It's about how you end it. And this? This is by far my worst breakup, in my worst year ever.

**The Difference Between Falling and Loving**

I've learned that falling in love is easy. Anyone can do that. But truly loving the right person? That takes commitment. That takes following your own heart, not the voices of others telling you what to do, who to be, what to feel.

**Moving Forward**

Fuck it. It's finally over.

I've got better things to worry about now.

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