No Amount of Love (Poem-echo ft Sattie R)

Writing rooted in healing and self-respect — gentle reflections on letting go, setting boundaries, and becoming whole again.

Some relationships don’t end all at once. They shift… quietly.

A word left unsaid. A distance that lingers a little longer than before. Something small, almost invisible, that we learn to live around.

Until one day, we realize that we are no longer where we thought we were.

In this week’s Poem-Echo, Sattie R doesn’t just write a text, she pulls us in that space: where love hasn’t disappeared, but something essential has.

I’ll leave you with the poem.

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No Amount of Love

It started with a tiny tear,
nothing noticeable at first,  
because we ignored it
thinking that it would go away.
 
Life went on as usual.
Our daily rhythm continued.
Ordinary days where life felt good,
with peace and laughter that came easy.
 
But as time passed
the same fight came back repeatedly,  
the tear becoming a bigger fissure.
After apologizing for my part in it
we fell back into a routine,
but with less laughter this time.
 
He became more quiet,
would talk to me less.
The disconnect was there,
silent ,yet stronger.
 
I thought I was doing something wrong,
so I gave more attention,
tried harder to connect.
But my efforts weren’t received with warmth.
 
The dance we did,
it was just the motions of
two who were bound to each other.
One trying to stitch the fissure,
hoping it would heal.
 
The chasm was so big,
an emptiness grew in that space.
Warmth now replaced by cold loneliness,
silence became my partner over time.
 
I asked for help,
to try to fix it,
but was told that marriage is like that.
We just have to stay together.
 
That dance became exhausting.
Eventually I became a shell of myself.
No laughter, just sadness and despair.
The connection we once had was no longer there.
 
The divide grew bigger,
feeling like we were on different planets.
I stayed to keep the vows,
but lost myself in the midst of it.
 
That divide left so much space,
I didn’t realize I was pushed aside.
I did what I was supposed to,
but it wasn’t what he wanted anymore.
 
Our structure was not sound,
I could feel it but felt stuck.
It’s like being in quicksand,
you leave one foot in and the rest of you sinks,
until you eventually drown.
 
It broke completely
when I  finally saw,
there was nothing I could do to make him want me more.
I wasn’t the same young woman anymore.
Loneliness in marriage is torture on a soul,
whose patience wore thin to the point of the tether snapping.
 
It became one-sided and that broke me.
I walked away when I saw
no amount of love could keep
an unsound structure whole.

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Mirror question:

Can love survive when only one person is holding the structure together?

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About the Author — Sattie R

Sattie R writes from a place of healing, presence, and quiet strength. Her writing reflects a personal journey—one that doesn’t pretend to have all the answers, but chooses kindness, self-respect, and growth along the way.

Her words often return to what matters beneath the surface: letting go of wounds, setting boundaries, and learning to stand in your own wholeness, even when life feels uncertain.

She is also on the most supportive people I’ve known in Substack.

If you haven’t subscribed yet to her page, feel free to do it now and support her work.

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