Everyone has a solution to being cheated on in a relationship, and it’s always simple as hell. I mean – he cheats, you leave, you never look back. It’s that simple, isn’t it?
Uh, wrong?! It’s bloody complicated as fuck!
My friends tell me that he’s scum, that he doesn’t deserve to have me, and that I should rip him a new one. But they don’t know him like I do. They don’t understand that despite shattering the fuck out of my heart, I can’t forget the last 18 months. They don’t understand that I can’t magically drop everything I’ve ever felt for him, still feel for him.
It hurts, wading through the mutilated remains of myself, trying to figure out what the hell I’m feeling. And it hurts to think that after 18 months, he threw it all away for one night with some girl. I knew there was a reason why I didn’t like his ex. The bitch.
He tried to apologise for it of course. ‘Oh, I slipped and we just ended up doin’ it.’ Yeah, when pigs fly.
Way to break my heart. I just hope it was worth it.