You betrayed me.
You betrayed our marriage vows.
You betrayed my family who accepted you as their own.
You betrayed all our friends who came to our wedding.
You betrayed my friends who welcomed you into their homes.
You betrayed our children.
You betrayed my faith in you.
You betrayed my trust.
You BETRAYED me.
I did nothing to deserve this.
I always looked for the good in you.
I believed your lies.
I defended you to others.
I gave you a second and a third and a fourth and an umpteenth chance. You kept behaving like an arse.
I tried to help you in any way I could.
And you still betrayed me.
This wasn’t my fault.
Whatever you tell anyone about how I caused all this, it’s bullshit!
You are a bad person. I’m not.
You don’t know right from wrong, or if you do, you don’t care.
Your morals are screwed.
I’m forever thankful that you are no longer an influence on my children.
I am glad I finally saw through you and learnt the horrible truth, no matter how awful it made me feel at the time.
I wish I’d stayed away from you from day one, but my loneliness was insatiable.
I made the mistake of choosing you, but you committed a moral crime by betraying me.
I wish there were laws and procedures and punishments for emotional abuse, because then you would rot in jail.
I feel nothing for you but contempt and anger.
One day, I will feel nothing.
I can’t wait.