Bölüm 3: Chapter 2: Dad Tried to Save Me—But I Refused to Listen
"Are you really sure about this man?"
That was the question my father asked me on a warm summer night. We were standing on the balcony, the air thick with the scent of blooming jasmine. It should have been a peaceful moment between a father and his daughter, but the heaviness in his voice turned the night cold.
I stood there quietly, my fingers nervously tracing the railing. I had never seen my father wear that expression before—his brows knitted tight, his lips pressed into a thin, worried line.
"Dad, you're overthinking," I said, trying to keep my voice light. "Steve is really a good man. He treats me well."
My father let out a long sigh and turned his gaze to the dark sky. "Sweetheart, it's not about how many sweet words he can say. It's about what a man does when life gets hard. His eyes… they don't show responsibility. They don't show a man who will stand by you when it really matters."
I felt a flicker of unease.
It was true—Steve had never introduced me to his family. Every time I asked about our future—marriage, children, a home together—he would smile and brush it off. "Let's not worry about all that right now, babe. We're happy, aren't we?"
And I believed that happiness was enough.
I had grown up as the princess of my family. Whatever I wanted, I got. My grades were excellent, my teachers adored me, and friends constantly told me how lucky I was. Love had always seemed like the final piece of the perfect life I was meant to have.
So when Steve came into my world—with his charming smile, his smooth words, his promises of forever—I thought I had found my destiny.
I thought I was smart enough to make my own decisions. But standing there that night, with my father's concerned eyes on me, a small part of me felt like a foolish little girl playing at love.
"Dad, times are different now," I said, forcing a smile. "Men aren't like you were back then. Steve loves me. He tells me every day how special I am. Isn't that enough?"
My father turned to me slowly, his eyes tired but filled with a quiet kind of love. "One day, when you're sick and alone, when you're carrying a child and there's no one to drive you to the hospital, you'll understand what I mean. A man's love isn't just about words. It's about his actions when you need him most."
That hit harder than I wanted to admit. But pride kept me from agreeing.
I stormed back into my room, my heart pounding with frustration and confusion. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone and typed out a message to Steve:
"My dad doesn't like you. But don't worry, I'm on your side. I believe in us."
His reply came almost instantly:
"Baby, you're all I care about. Let them say whatever they want. As long as we have each other, nothing else matters."
I remember smiling through my tears as I read those words. Back then, it felt like I was fighting for the greatest love story of my life. I didn't realize I was actually fighting against myself.
I convinced myself that this was what true love looked like—hardship, sacrifice, and blind loyalty. I told myself that every good story had to go through struggles before reaching a happy ending.
But what I didn't know then was that some stories aren't meant to have happy endings.
Some stories are meant to teach you the hardest lessons before you can write a new one.
And as I fell asleep that night with my phone clutched to my chest, believing I had won the battle for love, I had no idea that I had just lost the war for myself.
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