Betrayal

You told me you would love me always.

Once upon a time you asked me to be your wife.

What happened to that?

You hurt me more deeply than anyone else ever could.

Did you ever really love me?

I thought you did, once.

Did you love me when you fucked her?

Did you love me when you lied about it?

Did you love me the day I found out?

Many years have passed, but your betrayal still runs deep.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but I still cry because of you.

I know I shouldn't give you the satisfaction, but I do.

You scarred me for life.

You broke my heart, and my trust.

Good people are paying for what you did.

Thanks to you, I don't believe anything anyone says.

Thanks to you, I think that all men are capable of such horrible, hurtful things.

I can't even watch tv sometimes, it bothers me so.

I was doing so well.

I hadn't even thought about it in months.

Then just yesterday, all hell broke loose.

Some jerk in a movie was nuzzling up to some woman, after he had pushed his own wife away.

It hurt.

It hurt more than I was expecting.

I'm usually better.

I'm usually fine.

Not that time.

I had to lock myself in the bathroom to keep from shaking.

Why did you hurt me so?

Do you even care?

I know the few times we've talked, you've shown no remorse.

I hope that you asked someone for forgiveness.

You sure didn't ask me.

I do blame you.

It was all your fault.

You hurt me.

Whether you're sorry or not, you'll have to own up to it someday.

You'll have to pay for it.

There is a special circle in hell for people like you.

I hope you like it there.

I won't let you hurt me anymore.

I shouldn't even waste my breath on a jerk like you.

The hole that you left in my heart is sealed off.

A better man than you is helping me to fix it.

I hope you get the chance to witness someone close to you go through the same hell you put me through.

Maybe then you'll repent.

Just maybe.