Fuck your closure, I need to heal. Leave me alone.
I can’t believe I forgave you. I can’t believe I trusted you after everything that happened at the very beginning of our relationship.
Four months in, I found out you gave me an STI. To this day, I still can’t believe I was naive enough to stay and try to understand. I felt violated. I felt dirty. I felt humiliated. And somehow, I still tried to rationalize it by telling myself maybe you didn’t know.
But what kind of man puts the woman he claims to care about in that kind of danger? A real man doesn’t do that. A real man protects, not harms.
And then I found out you lied to me about your last relationship. You told me you had been single for at least eight months. The truth? It had been two weeks. Two. Weeks.
And once again, I believed you. I listened while you told me you had been emotionally checked out for a long time. That you only stayed because you had nowhere else to go, because you couldn’t move back in with your parents yet. And stupidly, I tried to understand that too. I tried so hard to make things work that I pushed it aside and swept it under the rug.
Looking back, it’s honestly disgusting how much I overlooked just because I cared about you. You weren’t honest. I don’t even want to know what type of person that makes you.