If there’s anything I hate most, it’s having my suspiscions proven right when I’m sincerely hoping that I’m wrong. Yet my intuition tends to be correct 90% of the time, so I guess I’m not surprised to have found out the truth about why our relationship fell apart.
I will probably never fully understand why you cheated on me, and nor do I really want to know. I clung with hope to the words you uttered when we were going downhill. I think you knew that, and used it to your advantage. You said all sorts of things about finding yourself and not being ready for a relationship, probably knowing that these were lies. You promised me one more shot when you were ready, likely with no real intention of doing so. Shame on me, then, for falling for it. For falling for you.
If there’s anything I’ve proven (to myself abd everyone else), it’s that you are not trustworthy. You are cowardly, dishonest, and manipulative. You readily give yourself to the next man who says he likes you, and quickly start looking for new prospects when things don’t go your way. Enough lying. You’re not looking for a relationship. You’re looking for a slave.
But I wish you well either way. May you wake up one day and realize the lack of respect you have for others and yourself. May you change before it’s too late. Thanks for the memories. Thanks for the lessons.
May our paths never cross again.