kel224

You gave me every excuse for breaking up, except for the fact that you had already built a relationship with him behind my back. I trust that you didn't physically cheat only because your close friend told me she doesn't think you did. That doesn't justify anything you did though. You've told me several silly stories to cover your tracks. Do you really expect me to believe he was only staying the night after the breakup because you felt unsafe in the apartment alone? And that you were just staying at our neighbor's house literally the night after the breakup? I think a decent person would have at least spared me the torment and waited until I could move out to start seeing someone. But you couldn't even wait more than a day. In fact, you started something emotion with him weeks or months earlier. Several times after the breakup, you told me you still cared about me a lot. I'm sure you do in the sense that you'd feel bad if I got hit by a bus. But you had no regard for my feelings. You didn't even do a good job of lying about him, and I asked you point blank if there was someone else, and said I could handle honesty more than lies. Even after I found out about him and confronted you, full of anger and pain, I tried to be a good person and return your things a week later. And you brought him with you? That wasn't an accident-you wanted me to hurt more for some reason. Or you plainly don't care about my feelings one bit. What blows my mind is when you asked me if I'd been lurking around your apartment or trying to break-in. Do you not know who I am after three years? I'm nice and decent to a fault, and I have some self-respect and dignity. More than you can say, though I'm sure you don't feel a bit of remorse. That's just who you are. I was slow to fall for you. The walls I'd built around my heart were there for a reason. This is that reason. I trusted you with everything. Some days I'm glad that I experienced a lot of relationship "firsts" with you. And some days I regret that I ever even locked eyes with you that first day we met at orientation.