You cheated, lied and manipulated me! But I’m keeping the furniture.

You cheated, you lied and manipulated.

Multiple cheating in various forms, lied and said you loved me. Convinced me it was my fault you cheated. You cheated with David Luna to move in with him. The pattern of this is clear. You can’t take care of yourself. It’s either mom or some dude.

I caught you with your new guy cheating. I knew the whole time. Unlike other times I had to wait. Because of your second surgery I waited. I promised to take care of you until you were healthy enough. I did that. And then told you nicely it was over. It was over for good the day I confronted you about being in an inappropriate relationship with Luis. You gave away everything then by your reaction. I was dying inside knowing the truth. The texting, calls and the video sex you did while with me.

Play the victim all you want.

I’m bipolar 1 and cPTSD and you preyed on my kindness and wanting to help you. You know my traumas my triggers. You knew I’m in therapy. You even went with my to meet my psychiatrist. You do no work. You live on social media creating a narrative to a bunch of strangers and people who just watch you repeat these relationship cycles. And it’s always the guys fault. There’s a pattern. And a common denominator, it’s You!

I fucked up by not giving up when you cheated in the beginning. I allowed my self to try. I believed you when you said it was a mistake. I allowed an interdependent relationship to grow. And I delusionally believed I could be ok with the betrayal. And you continued with other guys, talking and texting. Always looking for your next. I was a placeholder. You know I’m to strong to live like that for long. You saw how I got angry with you. I couldn’t ever trust you. And I loved you so much. I just kept asking myself. What did I do to deserve this? Wrong question.

I was asked by your mom why I took you back so many times. My first thought was simple. I loved you. The truth is I couldn’t believe someone who said they loved me. Told me I was their person. How could they go and cheat with another person and betray me. That was my dilemma. Why did you do those things knowing how hurt I’d be. Why’d you spend so much energy trying to live with me? Three years and you paid no rent. Barely worked. I Uber stand you weee sick. But tumors don’t make people cheat.

You have moved into so many guys homes in the past few years. It’s insane. You keep doing this over and over.

Did you know that moment I balked when you were bleeding out. That was me remembering all the lying and cheating. And even though you hurt me so bad. I felt my moral compass kick in. Not only did I take care of you for six more months, I was going to end it the night I dumped water over your head. I knew it was over. And a few days later you almost die. And I did the moral thing and took care of you. Despite knowing you were talking to Luis and engaging in sexual conversations while still with me, again. Everything I did wrong. Is ok with me. I can change, especially the reactive abuse.

You keep getting into the same situation over and over.

I never have been lied and cheated on. All things considered I handled it well. It wasn’t about me. That was a huge part of me seeing you for what you are.

You’re not a good person. Cheating is evil and scummy. I’d understand if it had be a one time thing. But it wasn’t.

You’re gone. I’m happy.

I got a bunch of cool new furniture and decor. You’d love it.