2016 January 31
You cheat.
We both know that. You don't have to sneak around in the middle of the night like its a secret. Don't pretend to be faithful and act jealous and make up excuses to be angry at me. Don't act like we have something that's worth keeping, treasuring.
I know.
I know that you had two mistresses, the first not as important as the second because you actually had feelings for the second. What's the use in slut shaming the girls you had affairs with when you're at fault?
I tried cheating on you too.
I think you would have guessed that already,
I hate that you have so much power over me. It didn't even happen, maybe its the reason that I am so angry at you. I had the opportunity right in front of me, to hurt you even in the slightest, yet I couldn't even kiss the guy without wanting to sprint into your unfaithful arms. I guess its true what people say: I chose to stay with you because you were familiar to me, I knew what to expect from you and I was too scared of the unknown.
I'm not ashamed to say that you're the only man that I've ever been with and the only man other than my father that I've loved unconditionally, blindly and selflessly.
I guess I'm lucky that you didn't cheat on me with someone I know or someone that you work with 'cause we both know we're enough of a cliche as it already is.
I can be honest with you and say it doesn't hurt as much as it used to, I'm numb to the feeling now. Word of advice: when you leave to see her, just don't say a thing 'cause you don't owe me any explanations, not after what we've been through. You're a cheater, plain and simple.
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