When Things End Abruptly

There was a time when certain endings broke me.

Relationships. Friendships. Connections that felt meaningful — and then suddenly, they were gone. No proper closure. No long explanation. Just an abrupt end.

And I remember how that felt.

The confusion.

The replaying of conversations.

The wondering, What did I do wrong?

The ache of something unfinished.

When something ends suddenly, it shakes you. Not only because of what was lost — but because of how it was lost. We grieve the memories. We grieve the future we imagined. We grieve the attachment.

But growth changes perspective.

Over time, I began to realize something deeper:

Just because it didn’t feel good to me does not mean it was not necessary for both of us.

Sometimes, when things end abruptly, we see it only through the lens of our pain. But what if that person was also entering a new season? What if God was requiring their focus in a way that our attachment could not allow?

We don’t always consider that the other person may have been called into growth too.

Maybe they had to move forward.

Maybe they had to shift.

Maybe God had something in store for them that required separation.

Maybe — without even realizing it — we were holding each other back.

That realization requires maturity.

It requires asking God, not “Why did this happen to me?” but “Lord, what were You doing in both of us?”

Healing deepens when you can acknowledge that seasons end not only for your protection, but sometimes for the progression of the other person as well.

And when you step back and look at it from a broader perspective, you may even see that they have grown. You may see external prosperity. You may see expansion. And instead of resentment, you feel understanding.

Because growth is not betrayal.

Movement is not rejection.

Separation is not always punishment.

Sometimes it is divine alignment.

Yes, you grieve.

Yes, you feel the loss.

But maturity allows you to release with grace.

I no longer grieve those endings the way I once did. I honor the memories. I bless what was. And I trust that if God allowed it to end, He was writing something greater — for both of us.

Healing is when you can say:

That season mattered.

That connection shaped me.

But it was not meant to stay.

And that is not loss.

That is growth.