my trauma anniversary

For most people, February is a month of love but for me, February is nothing but pain. This month is my trauma anniversary. February 14, 2021 I met him for the first time. A moment that changed everything for me. February 14, 2022—One year later, he broke up with me. We were supposed to get married just a few months before that. He ended everything on this day. I thought we were heading towards forever, but he made sure that wasn’t our story. February 2024—He got married. And he tried to hide it. Just a week before his wedding, he met me, hugged me, and even made plans to see me on February 10. But when I called him that day, he said, ‘Ajke amar biye, amake call dio na,’ and sent me his wedding picture. That’s how I found out. That's how he is. And as if February hadn’t hurt me enough, the same month, on February 20, I lost my baby.my cat, my comfort, my home. The one who had been with me for four years. Gone. For everyone February is about love. For me it’s about loss. It’s about heartbreak, betrayal, and grief. No matter how much time passes, February always finds a way to remind me of everything I’ve lost. That’s why this month is my trauma anniversary.