"Ah yuh decide fi tek set pon mi enuh" I scream at him.
"Yuh sick inna yuh head Sarai? Two ah we know seh ah lie yah tell" he retorts with a sinister smile.
Shame ah kill mi...
"You knew what I wanted from the very beginning, but instead you decided...
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📍Manchester, Jamaica | Ingleside
A Week Later | Monday, October 17th
7 PM ⏰
I had a thing against liars, a deep-rooted hatred for people who just lied for no damn reason.
It didn't make sense to me, why lie when the truth was sitting right next to it?
Wasn't it exhausting carrying around the weight of your dishonesty?
There have been times when Cyrus and I would go weeks without talking, he'd go on these lying sprees making up shit just for the fun of it.
I'm sure he was an honest person when it came to others but with me?
Hell no.
Years of deception would find its way into every aspect of our relationship, making a name for itself in our bedroom, and all over the sacred vows we took as partners.
He was a cheater, a deceiver, he was untrustworthy, flaky, and unreliable.
The whole nine yards and then some.
Nevertheless, through it all, I still loved him.
My heart was his...
He was the first person to ever see me, he saved me from the relentless abuse I was experiencing at home and shielded me from the world that had set out to hurt me time and time again.
Cyrus was like a guardian angel.
I found refuge with him, during a time when I was all alone.
I forgave him time and time again for the embarrassment, the absolute down-right shame that took over my entire being, I made excuses for his behavior all in the name of love.
There were times when I would completely desensitize myself to his actions, swallow my pride, and let him come home, I hated being without him.
Who would love me if he didn't?
I was willing to go above and beyond for Cyrus, every fiber of who I was felt trapped by the man who I had convinced myself that he was.
So, here I am, doing everything I hated about him, to him.
The things I do to keep him...
I was now the liar, the storyteller, the fraud.
No amount of guilt would make me go back on my decision, it had to happen this way, I was starting to lose him in ways I hadn't imagined.
