I used to think heartbreak was losing a guy.
I was wrong.
The deepest pain is when your own child disappoints you. Nothing cuts deeper, because no one else lives in your heart the way your child does. They carry your love, your hopes, your prayers, and all the dreams you had for them before they even knew what those dreams were.
So when they make choices that break your heart, turn away from what you taught them, or become someone you barely recognise, the pain is different. It is heavier. It is not just hurt for what is, but grief for what could have been.
This is not ordinary heartbreak. This is love bruised to the bone. This is grief with their name on it.
And the hardest part is that you still love them through all of it. You do not stop loving your child because they broke your heart. You just keep hurting, keep hoping, and keep praying they find their way back.