Forced to marry someone else.

As it says in the title.

I loved a girl. Only one I ever did. With my every fibre. Family got in the way. Our families were enemies. I was forced to marry someone else. Now that someone else is coming to the UK on spouse visa soon.

I can't move on. Every step further in the visa process makes me cry. We broke up 5 months ago. I got married 11 months ago.

I was never attracted to my now wife. Never wanted her. Family forced me. And the girl I liked is getting married maybe in a year. The depression is real. And bad.

Edit: The time is near. I leave in a weeks time for Pakistan to get my wife. My parents are already in Pakistan waiting. Her visa has been accepted. I can't explain the loss and emptiness inside. Slowly slowly I'm crumbling on the inside.

My parents won folks. They were blind to my constant sadness. That cheerful son no longer exists. I must now remember you for longer than I have been with you. My love ... 💔