Let’s talk about the slowest heartbreak on earth.

I call it Death by 1000 Cuts, and if you’ve ever been “the other woman,” you’ve probably felt like the queen of a very tragic kingdom.

Here’s how I picture it:

It reminds me of the Iron Throne from that popular series Game of Thrones. You know, the one with all the pointy swords around it?
Picture sitting there only your throne is the Throne of Lies
Every single blade that makes up that throne is one of his excuses, his broken promises, and your own tiny betrayals of yourself.

They don’t stab you all at once.
They just nick you, slice by slice, until your heart looks like it went through a paper shredder.

Recognize any of these? 

The Ghost Text

He disappears for a day.
No text.
No call.
You check your phone so often that Face ID is like, Girl, are you okay?

You tell yourself, He’s probably busy.
Your gut whispers, Nope. He’s busy being a husband.

Slice.

Calendar Olympics

Your love life now involves Tetris-level scheduling.
He’s free for a “quick coffee” Tuesday at 3:07 PM, but only if his wife has Pilates and the moon is in the right quadrant.

You rearrange your life to get your 37 minutes of stolen happiness.
Then? He cancels.

Slice.

The Invisible Girlfriend

You see him in public.
You light up like you just spotted Ryan Gosling.
He looks at you like you’re the barista from his coffee shop. .

You want to scream, Excuse me, sir, I’m the girl who knows where every freckle on your back is, but instead you act like a stranger.

Slice. 

The Holiday Horror

Every holiday, you become a contestant on So You Think You Can Cry Alone.

You scroll through Instagram, where his wife posts family photos with inspirational captions like #Grateful while you’re on the couch, eating popcorn, talking to your cat about life choices.

By now, the Iron Throne is basically cutting you every time you shift in your seat.

And the cruelest twist?
It’s not the throne that’s killing you.
It’s the fact that you keep sitting there, pretending a secret, half-love is enough while your self-worth slow drips like your leaky faucet he promises to fix but never does. 

So, what’s the antidote to this self-inflicted torture?

Get up.

It’s that simple, and that brutally hard.

You have to decide that your peace, your sanity, and your very real, very whole heart are worth more than the scraps he’s throwing you.

It means deleting his number. It means unfollowing him (and her) on social media. It means a brutal detox from the fantasy you’ve built around a man who isn’t yours.

It will hurt like hell at first. You’ll feel the phantom pains of those tiny cuts, the urge to check your phone, the ache of what could have been. But every single day you choose yourself, every single day you don't sit on that Throne of Lies, you start to heal.

You start to remember that you deserve a love that is loud, proud, and doesn’t require a secret identity. You deserve someone who wants to be seen with you, who doesn’t hide you, and who makes you feel whole, not shredded.

Stop waiting for him to fix the leaky faucet of your self-worth. Turn off the water yourself. Get up from that throne, even if it feels like every inch of you is screaming to stay.

A real queen doesn't need a throne to validate her worth. She builds her own empire, brick by painful brick, out of the shattered pieces of her past. Her crown isn't made of jewels, but of resilience, self-respect, and the quiet dignity of someone who knows she is enough, just as she is. She sits on the throne of her own making—a throne of authenticity, courage, and unconditional self-love. And it’s not an Iron Throne, darling. It’s gold. Pure gold.

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