u/Eastern-Wolverine169

I hate the fact that I was still willing to work us out, even when I came to know about the other person. You had too many chances to come clean, let me go respectfully. But you chose to let me stay, break myself, beg you, plead you, all on fours on the floor, while you stood there, annoyed, irritated, making me feel like a lesser human being.

You messed up my reality, my existence, my identity. I gave you all I had. Remember? I told you I would fight the world for you, if you would just stand by me? That was before I saw through your incapacities.

You wore a mask for so long, making me think you would be the last person to hurt me. But, you chose over and over, again and again, to hurt me, even when I was crying and screaming to you that it hurt me.

You made me question my sanity. Was I asking for too much? Was I too much? But you never once wanted to wait and think, “I must have made a mistake, let me correct myself, at least once”.

And after everything, when your lies, your deceits started, you told everyone how controlling I was, how unfair I was, how angry I was. Never once you wanted to ask yourself anything.

Then, when the truth finally came through, you chose to yell at me, gaslight me, throw all the bad things at me, which is not even mathematically possible that I was the reason for every single bad thing that happened.

At the end, I know, it was just your lack of morales, principles, discipline that was to be blamed, not me. You and the person who knew about us, yet decided to try their luck, deserve each other. I cannot put myself to that level.

Goodbye love.

I hate the fact that I was still willing to work us out, even when I came to know about the other person. You had too many chances to come clean, let me go respectfully. But you chose to let me stay, break myself, beg you, plead you, all on fours on the floor, while you stood there, annoyed, irritated, making me feel like a lesser human being.

You messed up my reality, my existence, my identity. I gave you all I had. Remember? I told you I would fight the world for you, if you would just stand by me? That was before I saw through your incapacities.

You wore a mask for so long, making me think you would be the last person to hurt me. But, you chose over and over, again and again, to hurt me, even when I was crying and screaming to you that it hurt me.

You made me question my sanity. Was I asking for too much? Was I too much? But you never once wanted to wait and think, “I must have made a mistake, let me correct myself, at least once”.

And after everything, when your lies, your deceits started, you told everyone how controlling I was, how unfair I was, how angry I was. Never once you wanted to ask yourself anything.

Then, when the truth finally came through, you chose to yell at me, gaslight me, throw all the bad things at me, which is not even mathematically possible that I was the reason for every single bad thing that happened.

At the end, I know, it was just your lack of morales, principles, discipline that was to be blamed, not me. You and the person who knew about us, yet decided to try their luck, deserve each other. I cannot put myself to that level.

I hate the fact that I was still willing to work us out, even when I came to know about the other person. You had too many chances to come clean, let me go respectfully. But you chose to let me stay, break myself, beg you, plead you, all on fours on the floor, while you stood there, annoyed, irritated, making me feel like a lesser human being.

You messed up my reality, my existence, my identity. I gave you all I had. Remember? I told you I would fight the world for you, if you would just stand by me? That was before I saw through your incapacities.

You wore a mask for so long, making me think you would be the last person to hurt me. But, you chose over and over, again and again, to hurt me, even when I was crying and screaming to you that it hurt me.

You made me question my sanity. Was I asking for too much? Was I too much? But you never once wanted to wait and think, “I must have made a mistake, let me correct myself, at least once”.

And after everything, when your lies, your deceits started, you told everyone how controlling I was, how unfair I was, how angry I was. Never once you wanted to ask yourself anything.

Then, when the truth finally came through, you chose to yell at me, gaslight me, throw all the bad things at me, which is not even mathematically possible that I was the reason for every single bad thing that happened.

At the end, I know, it was just your lack of morales, principles, discipline that was to be blamed, not me. You and the person who knew about us, yet decided to try their luck, deserve each other. I cannot put myself to that level.

I hate the fact that I was still willing to work us out, even when I came to know about the other person. You had too many chances to come clean, let me go respectfully. But you chose to let me stay, break myself, beg you, plead you, all on fours on the floor, while you stood there, annoyed, irritated, making me feel like a lesser human being.

You messed up my reality, my existence, my identity. I gave you all I had. Remember? I told you I would fight the world for you, if you would just stand by me? That was before I saw through your incapacities.

You wore a mask for so long, making me think you would be the last person to hurt me. But, you chose over and over, again and again, to hurt me, even when I was crying and screaming to you that it hurt me.

You made me question my sanity. Was I asking for too much? Was I too much? But you never once wanted to wait and think, “I must have made a mistake, let me correct myself, at least once”.

And after everything, when your lies, your deceits started, you told everyone how controlling I was, how unfair I was, how angry I was. Never once you wanted to ask yourself anything.

Then, when the truth finally came through, you chose to yell at me, gaslight me, throw all the bad things at me, which is not even mathematically possible that I was the reason for every single bad thing that happened.

At the end, I know, it was just your lack of morales, principles, discipline that was to be blamed, not me. You and the person who knew about us, yet decided to try their luck, deserve each other. I cannot put myself to that level.