“Why not leave me, rather than betray me with the one I valued most? “: What Mahaut should have said to his ex

Dear ex,

Our story ended several years ago, yet, as soon as I think of you, the anger doesn’t go away.

We met on a warm June evening. My memories of that night are still intact, impossible to erase. Our meeting through mutual friends, the feeling that immediately passes between us, all night crossing Paris on foot, from the Montparnasse tower to the Sacré-Coeur. The discussions, the laughter, the common passions, our whole life together already seemed to unfold before us on a red carpet, even though we had only known each other for a few hours. We had this common impression of finding each other after years of looking for each other. It was crazy!

We could talk about anything without getting tired, touch each other without ever being satisfied, laugh until our stomach hurts, and yet…

However, after a few months of idyllic life together, you screwed up everything.

During that year we shared, I lost my father, the last parent I had left. He had been battling a particularly aggressive cancer for months, and he succumbed to it.

I was devastated. You supported me at first, you were there. You cheered me up as best you could, and I guess it wasn’t easy for you. And after a few months you got bored. It was from that moment, when I was psychologically at a minimum, that you started hurting me. Hurting in your words, painful in your gestures.

You felt some pleasure, I saw it in your eyes, hurting me, sinking me, lowering me. As soon as I found the courage to leave the house and face the world, you loved to point out, in front of our friends, everything that was wrong with me. You always pressed where she hurt and made you love her.

After several misplaced public comments, my friends started to worry about me. They could see that I was no longer happy and that you were partly to blame. You learned of their concern and turned me against them. I was very weak, I was only pain and mourning, and you knew how to distance me from them and isolate me.

I only had you, thanks to you. You had gotten what you wanted, I was becoming your thing, and I had neither the strength to fight, nor not even notice it.

And then one day, luckily you made a mistake. One of my oldest friends, who didn’t live in our city, came to visit me for a few weeks. I loved this girl. We had known each other for years, I had more than blind faith in her. I never imagined that she would cheat on me like this.

Your affair began during this visit, without my knowledge. You hid in bar toilets when we went out, ended up in my bed when I was at work. I, I saw nothing, blinded by my trust and my love for you.

I was naive, grieving and too young, I didn’t think anyone could be that evil.

You continued to see each other for quite a while. You even went back and forth to her from across the country, making me think you were going back to your parents. Why didn’t you leave me, rather than fooling myself with what I valued the most?

When I found out, I was devastated, again that same year.

You managed to break everything: our couple, my friendship with her and me. One stone, three shots, well done. But discovering the vase of roses was strangely healthy. I went from a sad girl to an angry girl, and it was so much easier for me.

After discovering your infidelity, I also discovered another one: the one with a neighbor of mine. By chance, we realized that we were dating the same person, but we didn’t know that either existed. It must have been quite a bit of gymnastics for you to date two girls who live on the same street, as well as my childhood friend! I guess you must have sweaty palms every time you went out into the neighborhood. Too bad a bus didn’t hit you.

But you know what? Meeting this neighbor was one of the best events of my life. Of women deceived by the worst filth, we have become allies. She helped me up the slope, we held each other to rot and curse you, and you walked away with your tail between your legs, forever. You weren’t up to us!

Years later, this neighbor, who had become a friend, was my best man and was almost part of my family. Maybe I should say thank you for that, But don’t exaggerate, I don’t owe you anything.

As Mano Solo said: “Everything has an end, maybe that’s the beauty of it. »