💔 Me rompiste y ni te diste cuenta - 💔 You Broke Me and Didn’t Even Notice

Me decías que me amabas,

pero tus acciones gritaban lo contrario.
Me mirabas sin verme.
Dormías a mi lado, pero estabas lejos.
Te volviste un extraño en mi propia casa…
y yo, una sirvienta con título de pareja.

Fui tu apoyo, tu consuelo, tu refugio.
Y aún así, elegiste herirme.

No me lo imaginé, lo sentí.
Lo vi en tus ojos, en tu cuerpo, en tu indiferencia.
Y cuando lo confirmé, se me derrumbó el mundo.
No porque no pudiera seguir sin ti,
sino porque no podía creer que me hicieras eso tú.

Me traicionaste sin pensar en lo que yo sentía.
Sin pensar en nuestros hijos.
Sin pensar en todo lo que habíamos pasado.
Como si mi corazón fuera desechable.
Como si yo no importara.

No sé en qué momento dejé de ser tu prioridad.
Tal vez nunca lo fui.
Y lo que más me duele… es haber creído que sí.

Me hiciste sentir fea.
Poca cosa.
Insuficiente.
Pero ya no.
Ya no me trago tus excusas.
Ya no cargo culpas que no son mías.

Porque mientras tú buscabas llenar tu ego,
yo estaba intentando construir un hogar.
Mientras tú mentías, yo cuidaba.
Mientras tú jugabas, yo amaba de verdad.

Hoy puedo decirlo sin vergüenza:
me fallaste.
Y aún así, fui yo quien se levantó más fuerte.

-English

You used to say you loved me,
but your actions screamed the opposite.
You looked at me without really seeing me.
You slept next to me, but you were so far away.
You became a stranger in our own home…
and I was just a maid with the title of “partner.”

I was your support, your comfort, your safe place.
And still—you chose to hurt me.

I didn’t imagine it. I felt it.
I saw it in your eyes, in your body language, in your silence.
And when I finally confirmed it, my world collapsed.
Not because I couldn’t live without you,
but because I couldn’t believe you’d do that to me.

You betrayed me without thinking about how I would feel.
Without thinking about our kids.
Without thinking about everything we had built together.
As if my heart was disposable.
As if I didn’t matter.

I don’t know when I stopped being your priority.
Maybe I never was.
And what hurts the most… is that I truly believed I was.

You made me feel ugly.
Like I wasn’t enough.
Like I was too much and never enough at the same time.
But not anymore.
I no longer swallow your excuses.
I no longer carry the guilt that was never mine to begin with.

Because while you were out feeding your ego,
I was trying to build a home.
While you were lying, I was loving.
While you played games, I was giving you the realest version of me.

Today I can say it without shame:
you failed me.
And still—I'm the one who survived with dignity.