Who was the one.

All it took was one screenshot, with three words, Happy birthday baby. Those three words you told me on my special day made it even more special. Now looking back, it was all a lie. It was all a lie. Even after hearing and witnessing everything, I still can't believe it occurred. That I allowed myself to believe in you. You walked into my house and met my family, and all I could think about was how I let a liar and thief into my home. How could I have been so deluded, to have not seen the signs, that you had another woman in our bed? Then again I wonder if it was even our bed or was it hers all along?

All that time invested in you was for nothing. I gave you a chance, and all you've done is made it more difficult for those who come after you. 'You'll get over it,' they assure you. Nonetheless, I want to yell. How will I do it? How will I after my first everything has done this to me? 

The perverse part of me keeps expecting another guy to show up and do the same thing. You have traumatized me, and I despise myself for being genuine and not wishing anything ill on you after you absolutely ruined me.

I despise the idea that I care about the other woman, who is fully duped by your falsehoods. Believing that she was the only person you spoke to when I was in your house and conversing with your mother. An intellect you were, however now I've come to understand that you were far from that.

                                                               Written by Athalia





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