I Paid for Her Education for Seven Years, But the Day She Graduated, She Told Me I Was Too Poor to Be in Her Life
I never imagined that love could turn into humiliation so fast. For seven long years, I stood by her side, believing in her dreams more than she believed in herself. I supported her education when no one else could. I skipped meals, wore old clothes, and worked extra hours just to make sure she never lacked school fees. I believed love meant sacrifice, and I was proud to sacrifice everything for her future.
When we met, she was young, ambitious, and full of dreams. She came from a struggling background, just like me. We bonded over shared pain and shared hope. She told me I was her strength, her motivation, and her future. When she got admitted to college, I promised to support her until the end. I meant every word. I paid her fees, rent, books, food, and sometimes even sent her pocket money when she felt low. I never complained because I believed we were building a life together.
The years were not easy. Sometimes I worked two jobs. Sometimes I borrowed money just to make sure she didn’t miss a semester. While others were moving forward, I stayed stuck, pouring everything into her education. I watched her grow smarter, more confident, and more distant. Still, I told myself that love requires patience. I believed one day she would look back and appreciate everything I had done.
Then came the day she graduated. I was so proud that my heart felt like it would burst. I dressed in my best clothes and went early to the ceremony. When I saw her in that gown, I felt like all my suffering had finally paid off. But that happiness didn’t last long. After the celebration, when everyone had left, she asked to talk to me privately.
That conversation destroyed me.
She looked at me differently — cold, almost embarrassed. She told me that now her life was changing. She said she needed “better opportunities” and “a different kind of man.” Then she said the words that still echo in my mind: “You are too poor to be in my life now.” My body went cold. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. After everything I had done, she walked away without looking back.
I felt empty, betrayed, and foolish. I went home and sat in the dark for hours, replaying every moment of our past. I asked myself where I went wrong. I blamed myself for being poor, for believing too much, for loving too deeply. I couldn’t sleep, eat, or think clearly. That pain stayed with me day and night.
