Under the stars tonight, I came to a wonderful realization- that I don’t need him.
Suddenly, he came back into my life with so much earnest passion, and I welcomed him into the center of my being with open arms. I’ve loved him completely with my heart- my soul- my mind.
I’ve loved him devotedly every minute of every day for nearly three years. I’d trusted him completely and he lied to me.
For the past eighteen months I’d been sleeping with him and believing that his love equaled my own. But I was wrong; he was false. To imagine that all the times I went to bed with him believing that I was his one and only- that he was loving another woman, in the very same bed? Did he say the same things to her that he said to me? Did he think of me when he was with her, or vice versa?
What vile deception. It is astonishing to be treated thus by the one person whom I adored and trusted beyond any in the world.
It’s clear from his actions that I was not the only woman in his heart. Obviously, he doesn’t need me. And that’s fine, because I sure don’t need him.