To the one who had me fooled for 16 years….

When we met I thought that you were my soulmate. You said all the right things. Your touch made me forget everyone around us and I don’t even have to go into detail about how your kiss made me feel. You felt like home. You were my home. Unfortunately you already had a home you were hiding. 

For 16 years I’ve loved you. And I will most likely always continue to. You will haunt every relationship I am ever in again. You have made it incredibly humiliating to have to admit how much of a fool I was and just how long and how badly you played me. 

When we talked about things we wanted in life you were aligned with me, or so I thought. As the last few months transpired I realized that you would never be honest with me. You would always make an excuse every time I asked for any type of documentation you were really divorced or not linked to her anymore. But you couldn’t provide what didn’t exist. You weren’t interested in making any time for me and it had already been a year since we had any actual interaction. You didn’t seem to care that I wasn’t with you. But you had someone you wanted more. 

I’ll always remember about two months ago in the middle of yet another endless argument you told me your love for me was a virus. Then tried to play it off as you learn to live with viruses. That moment there made me see if you have to learn to live with me then you won’t have the option to live with me. I was the one who walked away and honestly I would do the same thing every day for the rest of my life. You broke me, you used ideas I had for cute things with us and took them and used them on your wife. So I won’t be the supplier of ideas anymore for your marriage and you now mean less that a stranger to me. 

I really hope you’re happy and the next time your wife and you aren’t getting along I won’t be there to be gullible enough to buy into your lies. When you’re lonely you will never have a place in my home or my life anymore. And I really truly hope that you can live with that decision. You don’t have another option. 

Hope your wife loves her collar and that she never has to experience what you put me through. 

With sincerity, go to hell. 

The virus