💔 A Letter From a Tired Heart - A Loveless Marriage - Day 2

Dear Diary,

Oh my God… what an immature person I was married to. Today he came to me and said sorry. But it didn’t feel real,  not even for a second. I have lived through too many years, too many cycles of his fake guilt, and his sudden softness that always vanishes the moment I stop agreeing with him.

If I stay quiet, he gets triggered, like silence itself offends him. 

He throws words like knives, each one meant to wound, to control. 

But today… today was different. I looked straight into his eyes and said “No.” Hiding all my pain.

Just one word  and everything changed. His tone shifted instantly. The man who pretended to be remorseful only moments ago turned harsh again, like the mask had slipped and his true face finally showed.

That’s when it hit me this was never love. It was an act. A carefully rehearsed play for the world to see. Maybe he has some family function coming up, maybe he needs to parade the illusion of a “happy marriage.” I don’t know. But I do know this his apology wasn’t for me. It was for the audience he wants to impress.

And for the first time, I didn’t fall for it. I didn’t melt. I didn’t hope.

I just felt… tired.

Maybe that’s what real clarity feels like.

💔 A Letter From a Tired Heart - A Loveless Marriage

Even a delivery boy or a complete stranger standing at the door is greeted with a smile, offered water, or at least told, “Come in.”

Today, as I sit quietly with my thoughts, I realize how people truly are. 

It has been nine long years since my marriage, and not even once my in-laws said that simple word — “Come In” — when I entered their home. 

Every time I entered that house, it felt like I was walking into a place where I didn’t belong — a place that reminded me I was unwanted.

I always carried guilt in my heart, as if I had done something wrong by being born a woman or by marrying into their family. The only thing they seemed to truly want from me was my share of my son and my husband, who, unfortunately, chose silence over support.

My so-called husband never cared to notice my pain. For him, the marriage was just a social status — a way to show the world he has a wife, a home, and stability. But behind those closed doors, it was nothing but emptiness. He got what he wanted - money, comfort, and a name in society. I, on the other hand, was left with loneliness and emotional scars.

There’s one incident I still can’t forgive myself for. I once took my in-laws on a beautiful family trip — something very few daughters-in-law ever do. I planned everything, thinking maybe this time they would see my love, maybe this time they would accept me. But the result? It broke me further.

Even after that painful experience, I repeated my mistake the following year — another trip, a bigger group, more hopes. And then came the cruelest part — the family photo. They clicked it without me and made it their display picture — a perfect, smiling family that didn’t include me.

That moment shattered something inside me. The world sees their smiles, but I see the truth behind it — my exclusion

I don’t even know why I still keep trying, why I still hope. Maybe because every woman who loves deeply has this one dream — to be seen, valued, and loved for who she is. But some marriages are just beautiful cages, where the heart screams silently, and no one listens.

Final Thoughts: If you ever felt unseen in your marriage, ignored by your husband, or unwanted by your in-laws, know that you are not alone. So many women are silently fighting this same emotional battle behind closed doors.