Friday evening, 8:15 PM
My boyfriend and I are heading to a childhood friend's birthday party whom he hasn't seen in years. I don't know anyone there. We're in the car, exchanging pleasantries.
We fall silent. Our relationship has been crumbling for two years since I discovered he had cheated on me with another girl. He doesn't know I know, though. I didn't dare to tell him because I found out by snooping through his phone after months of suspicion. I felt foolish.
For months, I tried to be "better for him," thinking I was the problem. Meanwhile, he never invested in our relationship. Something broke, but an illusion of attachment keeps me staying.
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Achille's smile
Non-FictionTranslated from French A love story told by a girl on her university group on Facebook
