I moved back home, to my home, to a city in the hidden valley far away from you. I did what I needed to do; I left. You were supposed to move with me. This was supposed to be the change we both needed, the fresh start to get our lives going in the right direction.
I never expected to move into this big house without you.
You begged me, pleaded with me, to stay. Then you told me you would stop talking to them, you would stop talking to her. You said you were sorry for all of it, how you were lonely because you were far away from me all the time. You told me you loved me repeatedly. You said the girl I caught you texting meant nothing to you, that you wanted to move to our new home and start our new life. You said you would quit your job, find a new job by our house.
I believed you until she sent you another message. She asked, "Why doesn't she like me?" Do you remember your response? Do you? It went something like this, "I can't help that she's jealous of my beautiful friend."
I am not jealous, nor was I when you were texting her. I was angry that you could tell this girl how much you wanted to see her, how you missed her, how you wanted to kiss her, how you were willing to leave me for her while I was sleeping right next to you.
I'm sorry I ever believed a word from your mouth.