I have spent hours, day and night, thinking about how stupid I had been. Slowly, I realized what I had done. I had poured my heart and soul in our relationship, and that is not my fault. I gave you everything that I had and tried to give you everything that you wanted. Yet, despite my best efforts and attempts to make you feel loved, you never found that adequate. Who can I blame for the greed? Was it my greed to feel loved or was it your greed to conquer more? Which one of us is to take the blame?

You had come in my life and turned it upside down. Initially, for the best and now I realize it was the cushion to make me take the blow. I cannot imagine how broken I would have been if you had been my knight in shining armour. I feel lucky to have found you in a time when I was strong. To think of you as a loyal partner and a support system would be a shame if I knew that you would chase after a better girl.

There are better ways in which this could have ended. You could have told me that I was not what you were looking for and I would have stepped back no matter how much it would have hurt me. Yet, you chose to cheat on me, waited for me to find out and let me break into a million pieces. I cannot fathom how you can justify this. You didn’t just betray me, you shattered me. I am left with no faith on love, let alone bestow my faith on men. I am pretty sure not all men would do what you did to me, but most men at least fantasize about other women. And I have a few not-so-nice things to say to them.