one enemy more

Was this all a joke? All the sacrifices I made? All the nights I worked over time so I could buy her a ring? All the times I drove miles in horrible weather just to spend a few hours with her? All the people I cut off, all the hobbies I stopped loving, all the weddings, and birthdays, and funerals I skipped out on because she thought it was stupid. Was all of this just a sick prank? A five minute laugh at my foolishness. I must be a real shmuck to fall for that. I should have known to be honest. I was to busy trying to please her to realize that she was gutting me of who I truly was. Does that make me week? That I poured my soul into a women that I loved so blindly. Even after I found out she cheated on me, I still worked so hard to get that promotion. To get that raise. To get that bigger house, and the nicer car. Because I wanted her to be happy. I knew about it, I knew who he was, I knew where he worked, heck, I'm neighbors with his cousin. I still sat and did absolutely nothing to defend what was rightfully mine. Was she truly mine tho? After all, I did do all that work on her behalf. Does the fact that she never did the same for me cancel all that out? Was their ever any real hope for our relationship?