The last Valentine's Day we spent together, he gave me this card at the end of the night. I had already found his stash and this card was not meant for me. I think he gave it to me because he had to. This was meant for her. He never put hearts on the envelope for me, only her. He never called me beautiful but that is what he called her.
When I opened the card his face said it all...he didn't expect this to be the card I opened. So I didn't make a fuss...but I went to my room and did this. Sadly, I never gave this to him. I knew it wouldn't mean anything. He'd turn it against me somehow.
Three days later, we were at Walmart and I opened the hatch on his CR-V. There is where the gift and bag were for her. He quickly tried to hide it and I just walked away leaving the groceries and cart behind. He came and got me, but proceeded to tell at me about how I always jump to conclusions and think the worst. I challenged him and said if it was truly nothing, pull over and show me the bag. He refused. Said he didn't have to, he knew his truth. That's when I stood my ground for the first time. I told him he broke us. He decided to let go. He was the one who was cheating and he didn't get to yell at me about his bad behavior.
Once home I didn't speak to him for the rest of the day. I couldn't. And he didn't care. I just know the next morning I went out to his car and the bags were gone. At some point he'd gotten rid of them. Packing up to move, I found this...and it all came flooding back. And I hate him, I hate her and I hate all their flying monkeys for doing what they did.
No one deserves this treatment. 😔
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