I never thought I’d be in this kind of situation, but here we are. I was with this guy for over three years. Three solid, committed years of my life. I was loyal. I gave my time, my heart, my money—everything. And in return, he betrayed me. He cheated on me and got another girl pregnant. I found out in January this year. That’s how I started my new year. I went through his phone and saw it for myself. When I asked him about it, he said it was true. He even told me he couldn’t cut her off because she was already pregnant. My heart sank. I told him I wouldn’t believe it until he informed his parents. He eventually did—he told his parents. His mom reached out to me. She apologized and asked me to hold on, saying there’s still a chance for me in their home. I didn’t leave immediately because most of my business money was tied up, so I waited. I was patient. I played it smart. During this time, he kept apologizing. He sent gifts. He said it was just a fling—that it happened in October and meant nothing.
I believed him because I was still in love. On my birthday, I went to his place just to get away and clear my head. Around midnight, he had fallen asleep with his phone in his hand, unlocked. I checked again. What I saw this time was the final blow. They had been together for over eleven months, if not even a year. I saw breast videos she sent him. I saw recent videos of the two of them together just a week ago. That’s when everything hit me. He had been lying to me the whole time—feeding me lies and telling me exactly what I wanted to hear just to keep me. When he woke up and saw me checking his phone, he tried to flip it and gaslight me. He made me feel like I was the problem. But I had reached my limit. I reacted. I hit him. I’m not proud of it, but I was emotionally broken. I left his house at 5 a.m. in a very unsafe area. I didn’t even care. I just needed to get away. It’s been twenty days now. He hasn’t reached out—not one message.
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