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I think it was initially your pride and ego that sparked the resentment in you to be planted. It began as a seed, that grew into something greater than you or I could have ever imagined. Somewhere in our life’s journey, you’d concluded that you alone were not enough for me. I don’t know when this feeling or thought became your reality, but the moment it did, our dynamic changed. I never said it, or made any subliminal messages implying it. If anything, I verbally spoke up, time and time again disproving that, but you never heard anything else from me except negativity. All you saw were my shortcomings. All you fixated on were your insecurities and inadequacies. It was as if over night, the woman you once referred to as your “angel,” “empress,” “love of your life,” “most beautiful girl in the world,” was now your enemy in every sense. The high pedestal you once placed me on years before, eventually became the isolating prison that kept me from the rest of the world, and most importantly, it kept me far away from you.
“I tried to change. Closed my mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less awake. Fasted for 60 days, wore white, abstained from mirrors, abstained from sex, slowly did not speak another word. In that time, my hair, I grew past my ankles. I slept on a mat on the floor. I swallowed a sword. I levitated. Went to the basement, confessed my sins, and was baptized in a river. I got on my knees and said ‘amen’ and said ‘I mean.’
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There are so many parts of the past that I am trying to make sense of these days, but the subject matter that I am currently trying to sort through is, the betrayal I never processed years ago. I didn’t deal with it or mourn it. I just wanted to forget it and move on. But how could I? You admitted you had “just an emotional affair with her,” but my woman’s intuition knew better. Like every other wrong you committed against me, you often discredited and downplayed the destruction you caused. “Sorry” was your favorite word. You abused it daily and made it into an irrelevant part of our vocabulary. It lost its meaning and purpose, much like I did. I couldn’t face the truth because I wasn’t ready to give you up, and my reaction to your infidelity and deceptions were to hide them in order to protect you. I withdrew from my family and friends physically and emotionally, because I couldn’t tell them how depressed and miserable I was. There were so many nights I just wanted to run to my sister’s or parents and beg them to help me. I lived in constant torture, suffering in silence. Some days I just wanted to leave you and never come back. But I couldn’t tell anybody anything, without running the risk of exposing you and our problems. I knew once I told the truth, they’d encourage me to leave. No one would have supported me staying in such an unhealthy situation. And It only got worse the day I’d discovered the messages from the young girl that claimed to have had this alleged affair with you. I saw her repeatedly reaching out to you, threatening to tell “your wife the truth.” I spoke to her directly and She told me it went beyond emotional, it had also been physical. She began to harrass me with messages, called me from blocked numbers, and stalked me online. She hated me, yet obsessed over me, because I was the one who had your heart. She was livid at the fact that you were trying to work things out with me and that you wanted us to stay together. You must’ve really played up that “victim” role, because she really believed you were gonna leave me for her. But I was supposed to be your wife, your one and only, and I wasn’t. I was devastated and destroyed with that revelation. I couldn’t comprehend you doing something so blatantly cruel. I couldn’t believe you’d ever have a want or need for anyone else. I was here, killing myself, willing to do anything to keep you happy. Tell me, was I too proud and trusting of you? Was I wrong to have felt so secure in our love? You were the only person I fully let my guard down for, and the second I chose to do so, you took full advantage and betrayed me. First porn, then making female “work friends,” guilting me into doing things sexually that I didn’t want to do, to eventually entertaining someone else you knew took an interest in you. You opened up to her the way you used to open up to me, and you discussed our private issues with this total nobody. You told me she meant “nothing” to you and that it was “just emotional,” which was somehow supposed to make me feel better. It didn’t. In fact, it made it that much worse. Looking back, I think that’s where I began to disconnect from you, and distance my heart from yours. I started the process of letting you go, even though it would take years before I actually followed through with it. I never got over it and it’s obvious with all the trust issues I have now, that it’s changed my perception of relationships for good. I can’t seem to stay put or remain close to anyone. I have become so restless in my own skin, I’ve tried everything in my power to somehow release myself from it. Now that I no longer breathe your toxic air, my vision of the truth has become glaringly apparent. Being cheated on has indefinetly changed me. It tainted us. It tainted our love. It tainted me.
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You were often hurt by my coldness and that confused me, since I felt like you were the one who conditioned me into being, the “lone wolf” I am today. In keeping your secrets, I had no choice but to become like them and like you. I took on the lifestyle and behaviors of an addict, wearing sheep’s clothing, playing the part of innocence and ignorance. I, who was once so kind and meek, learned how to fight, manipulate and defend myself the same ways you’d used against me. I had no choice, but to go into my survival mode and shut down. Even though you had me from the first moment you laid eyes on me, you always treated me like I always had one foot out the door. Maybe subconsciously I did? Or maybe, you just had the inclination of knowing, eventually I’d see through your facade of deceit.
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Now the only regret I have today, is not leaving you sooner, and wondering why I continued to subject myself to such an unhealthy relationship. Why did I put up with so much? How did my heaven become my never ending hell? Why wasn’t my love enough to heal, to save, to change you? Since we have been apart, you’ve had 2 different girlfriends that I’ve known of in a year and a half. But here I am, unable to even commit to a date, let alone a relationship. I don’t know how to be open and vulnerable. I don’t know how to let someone in and love me. I find myself sabotaging my own happiness with the decisions and choices I make, be it romantically or not. I can’t imagine allowing myself to love someone that deep ever again. I guess the scars run deeper than I thought. Even now, I still don’t hate you. In fact, I love you very much. I know i will always care for you, I find peace at night, knowing you’re not alone. I just want someone to love you and take care of you the way I did. You’re the one who always needed someone. I guess I’m just the one who needed to be free. Regardless of who may come and go, who you take into your arms and mutter “I love you” to, I know you’ll never love another the way you loved me. You can’t. You loved me most, you loved me deeper and harder than anyone who came before, during or after me. I don’t need you to validate that, I have two beautiful children to show for it. Truth is, no evil deed goes unpunished, and everything done in the dark always comes to the light. You can hide all you want from the world, but you’ll never be able to hide from the truth. So much for not airing out our dirty laundry..
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