It took years after your first betrayal, but finally I was no longer angry, the thought of you no longer made my heart hurt. I had finally moved on and I was happy.
Then you came back into my life and pretended you had changed, that you had grown up and learned from your mistakes. I allowed myself to fall again. To picture a happy life together. I told you of my desire for us to travel together. You said ‘anything you want babe’. It was a lie.
I moved my life to another state to be with you. You slowly began to change your mind about things you had promised. I realised you werent that different from the man I left years ago. It ended. Badly. And because of that I never got to tell you why I was so upset. You wouldn’t have understood anyway. You are too selfish.
And now I hate you. I hate you for breaking my heart twice. Im so angry at myself for being so stupid. But in the end I dodged a bullet. Now I know how lucky I was to realise sooner rather than later that you were not going to treat me the way I deserved to be treated.
And so I wait (patiently) for the day to come when the mention of your name brings no emotion at all. I know that day will come. Only this time if you ever come back, I will turn around and walk away.