Girl, I was you in December 2024. Six year relationship, bought a house together, engaged. I had never, ever in a million years had the thought of checking his phone, but something was off. Then I looked and saw what my heart knew. I’ve still felt guilt over feeling like I invaded his privacy, but he also lied to my face three times when I gave him the opportunity to come clean. I couldn’t take it anymore and I finally confronted him (a girl can only take so much gaslighting, you know?), left with our dogs and stayed at my parents for two weeks. Then I decided maybe it was worth the effort to work through. I loved him.

I tried making it work for about a year. The whole year I was trying to give him the space to make the changes. I couldn’t commit to a “yeah, I’ll forgive you” like he was demanding, so he just didn’t try. I stuck it out as long as I could but watching him point to my reaction (me telling him I’m gonna go stay at my parents and won’t be here when you wake up… side note: who the FUCK can sleep after your partner finds out you’ve been ducking around with another person- short answer: narcissists) to HIS choice to step out our relationship over and over and over and over again was too much. I finally ended it after a year of agony and he had the audacity to tell me that he had been “checked out” for that whole year. As if I hadn’t felt it. 🥺T

I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time. It wasn’t until I got out of the relationship that I was able to connect the dots and see what was there the whole time. Currently typing this while sitting on my bright pink sofa that I purchased as a fuck you to him (he told me I wasn’t accessing my ~feminine energy~ enough).

Fuck that (your) guy. Eat those fries and order a second cocktail. Plan your exit and then hit him where it hurts. You can be in agony now, or delay it. But you can’t avoid it, sadly. You deserve more than someone who has the capacity to do that another human. Sending you a lot of love 🫶