Ketu in the 7th = Even lovers turn secret foes

Ketu in the 7th house feels like holding a hand that’s already slipping. You meet someone. It feels deep. Timeless. Almost fated. But slowly, they fade. They don’t always leave. Sometimes they stay — just enough to confuse you. Their body’s there, but their spirit isn’t. You ask. They say it’s fine. But something doesn’t feel right. Something always feels unfinished.

This house rules partnership. Union. Trust. But Ketu brings detachment, not connection. It removes what you think you need. It shows you what was never really yours. The people you draw in may seem soulful. Magnetic. But they rarely stay in the way you hope. They drift. They distance. And when they do love you, it still hurts. Because even their affection has a shadow.

It’s not always betrayal. It’s not always war. But it’s cold. Quiet. A slow forgetting. You give. You wait. You explain. And they grow quieter still. This is how Ketu works. It doesn’t argue. It disappears. Sometimes you wake up beside someone and feel more alone than ever’. Sometimes you realize you’ve been loving someone who never fully arrived.

These are not obvious enemies. They wear no mask. They offer no threats. But they erode you. Over time. Softly. You begin to question your worth. You begin to carry their absence like it’s your fault. And that’s the trick of it — Ketu makes you believe the hole was always yours. That you were never enough to keep them close.

But there’s something underneath. A deeper shift. Slowly, painfully, you stop begging for presence. You stop proving your loyalty. You begin to see clearly. The spaces they left were never meant for them. You’ve been filling gaps from lifetimes past. Trying to settle old karma through new love. Ketu doesn’t want your suffering. It wants your freedom.

Eventually, you stop reaching. Not from bitterness — from truth. You find peace in the echo. You stop calling silence a punishment. You see it as release. What leaves you now makes room for what’s real. What stays now has weight. You are no longer asking to be chosen. You are choosing yourself.

Ketu teaches that even love can become a kind of forgetting. And from that forgetting, you remember who you were before the longing began.