"You really changed, have you?" I asked.
I looked at him teary-eyed. When I used to look at him, I saw a man who cares for me. I saw someone who will never give up on me. Who will assure me every time and make things right all the time. But now, I see a man who doesn't care. I see someone who doesn't give a fuck about my feelings. I see him as someone completely different. Who is capable of hurting me. I saw a man, who already changed.
This thought alone cracked my heart even more. The only person I ever loved this way sent shots of pain. Maybe I was too blinded by my love for him to see it. Too blinded by a fantasy.
He used me for his sexual pleasures. He always swears at me. There was never a time when he doesn't say one bad thing about me. He cheated on me. And it's pathetic because I still feel the same way about him. But the latter was the last straw. I deserved pain because I loved, but I never deserved to be cheated on. This wasn't the man I loved back in 2019. This is a completely different man, a sociopath, void of all emotions. This is a man I will never love ever again.
