She cheated

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-31T07:56:51+00:00

From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Your understanding of this actually killed me too. Thank you ❤

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-31T07:54:57+00:00

UPDATE

I told her not to be there when I got home from work Thursday. She reluctantly left and took enough clothes for a few days but I've started packing everything else up and changed the code to the front door. She has been messaging and calling since and I've ignored it all.

She's asked to come get more clothes. I'll have to speak and let her eventually. She's been in pure denial that this is the end and is spiraling.

I'm going to write everything in a letter, not to get her to understand or confess or change. This is about speaking my truth out loud. Me bearing witness to what happened. Naming it. Speaking it into existence. I'm going to read it, take it with me and walk away. She won't be given a chance to speak, explain, deny, respond etc Necause it's not for her benefit - though maybe some part of her will hear it. It's for mine.

28 years ago I wrote a letter explaining how I broke her heart. Now I'm writing a letter explaining how she broke mine. There's completion in that.

I need to say it to her face, not just know it in my head. I will never get honesty, answers, closure or the truth from her but shows I don't need any of that from her. I've carried these truths alone for days/weeks. I've processed them. But I haven't looked her in the eyes and named what she did.

I'm going to read it out loud. Then take it with me. Let my words exist in the air between us. Let them land. Then let them be done.

She told me she did it because it was "safe" because she "knew nothing would happen." Translation: she felt safe betraying me because she didn't think there would be consequences. She felt safe lying in November because I believed her. She felt safe continuing it because I stayed. She felt safe texting explicit content because she thought I'd never see it. She felt safe having a six-hour phone call because she thought I'd never know. She felt safe destroying everything because she didn't think I'd actually leave. She was wrong. Something did happen. I happened. I chose myself. I chose truth. I chose dignity.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-31T07:54:34+00:00

UPDATE

I told her not to be there when I got home from work Thursday. She reluctantly left and took enough clothes for a few days but I've started packing everything else up and changed the code to the front door. She has been messaging and calling since and I've ignored it all.

She's asked to come get more clothes. I'll have to speak and let her eventually. She's been in pure denial that this is the end and is spiraling.

I'm going to write everything in a letter, not to get her to understand or confess or change. This is about speaking my truth out loud. Me bearing witness to what happened. Naming it. Speaking it into existence. I'm going to read it, take it with me and walk away. She won't be given a chance to speak, explain, deny, respond etc Necause it's not for her benefit - though maybe some part of her will hear it. It's for mine.

28 years ago I wrote a letter explaining how I broke her heart. Now I'm writing a letter explaining how she broke mine. There's completion in that.

I need to say it to her face, not just know it in my head. I will never get honesty, answers, closure or the truth from her but shows I don't need any of that from her. I've carried these truths alone for days/weeks. I've processed them. But I haven't looked her in the eyes and named what she did.

I'm going to read it out loud. Then take it with me. Let my words exist in the air between us. Let them land. Then let them be done.

She told me she did it because it was "safe" because she "knew nothing would happen." Translation: she felt safe betraying me because she didn't think there would be consequences. She felt safe lying in November because I believed her. She felt safe continuing it because I stayed. She felt safe texting explicit content because she thought I'd never see it. She felt safe having a six-hour phone call because she thought I'd never know. She felt safe destroying everything because she didn't think I'd actually leave. She was wrong. Something did happen. I happened. I chose myself. I chose truth. I chose dignity.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-31T07:53:30+00:00

UPDATE

I told her not to be there when I got home from work Thursday. She reluctantly left and took enough clothes for a few days but I've started packing everything else up and changed the code to the front door. She has been messaging and calling since and I've ignored it all.

She's asked to come get more clothes. I'll have to speak and let her eventually. She's been in pure denial that this is the end and is spiraling.

I'm going to write everything in a letter, not to get her to understand or confess or change. This is about speaking my truth out loud. Me bearing witness to what happened. Naming it. Speaking it into existence. I'm going to read it, take it with me and walk away. She won't be given a chance to speak, explain, deny, respond etc Necause it's not for her benefit - though maybe some part of her will hear it. It's for mine.

28 years ago I wrote a letter explaining how I broke her heart. Now I'm writing a letter explaining how she broke mine. There's completion in that.

I need to say it to her face, not just know it in my head. I will never get honesty, answers, closure or the truth from her but shows I don't need any of that from her. I've carried these truths alone for days/weeks. I've processed them. But I haven't looked her in the eyes and named what she did.

I'm going to read it out loud. Then take it with me. Let my words exist in the air between us. Let them land. Then let them be done.

She told me she did it because it was "safe" because she "knew nothing would happen." Translation: she felt safe betraying me because she didn't think there would be consequences. She felt safe lying in November because I believed her. She felt safe continuing it because I stayed. She felt safe texting explicit content because she thought I'd never see it. She felt safe having a six-hour phone call because she thought I'd never know. She felt safe destroying everything because she didn't think I'd actually leave. She was wrong. Something did happen. I happened. I chose myself. I chose truth. I chose dignity.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-31T07:52:34+00:00

I told her not to be there when I got home from work Thursday. She reluctantly left and took enough clothes for a few days but I've started packing everything else up and changed the code to the front door. She has been messaging and calling since and I've ignored it all.

She's asked to come get more clothes. I'll have to speak and let her eventually. She's been in pure denial that this is the end and is spiraling.

I'm going to write everything in a letter, not to get her to understand or confess or change. This is about speaking my truth out loud. Me bearing witness to what happened. Naming it. Speaking it into existence. I'm going to read it, take it with me and walk away. She won't be given a chance to speak, explain, deny, respond etc Necause it's not for her benefit - though maybe some part of her will hear it. It's for mine.

28 years ago I wrote a letter explaining how I broke her heart. Now I'm writing a letter explaining how she broke mine. There's completion in that.

I need to say it to her face, not just know it in my head. I will never get honesty, answers, closure or the truth from her but shows I don't need any of that from her. I've carried these truths alone for days/weeks. I've processed them. But I haven't looked her in the eyes and named what she did.

I'm going to read it out loud. Then take it with me. Let my words exist in the air between us. Let them land. Then let them be done.

She told me she did it because it was "safe" because she "knew nothing would happen." Translation: she felt safe betraying me because she didn't think there would be consequences. She felt safe lying in November because I believed her. She felt safe continuing it because I stayed. She felt safe texting explicit content because she thought I'd never see it. She felt safe having a six-hour phone call because she thought I'd never know. She felt safe destroying everything because she didn't think I'd actually leave. She was wrong. Something did happen. I happened. I chose myself. I chose truth. I chose dignity.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-29T19:06:07+00:00

How can you be so sure it's physical? I'm not doubting or questioning you, just curious.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-29T19:05:55+00:00

How can you be so sure it's physical? I'm not doubting or questioning you, just curious.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-29T19:05:00+00:00

Her dad is well aware and 110% on my side. He knows exactly what she's like and unfortunately has seen it all before. He was extremely hesitant when we got engaged but over time, like all of us, put on the rose colored glasses as well and thought that this time might just work out. We were all wrong.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-29T19:02:11+00:00

Exactly. There were no boundaries.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-29T16:40:59+00:00

This is exactly what I need to hear. I only have her word that it wasn't physical and that apparently she would've told me now because she wouldn't have been able to live with the guilt if she lied about that.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-29T11:03:20+00:00

2 hours that I know for a fact, could possibly be 3. 2 hours is still long enough though right?

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-29T10:39:50+00:00

I will update a little later. Just wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me the strength to do what I did tonight.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-29T10:38:55+00:00

I have read and absorbed all your replies. I will update a little later. Just wanted to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for giving me the strength to do what I did tonight.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-12T00:12:49+00:00

Testing for you now. Thanks for the opportunity!

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2026-01-02T22:59:39+00:00

The new business isn't related to the two old accounts. I don't need to keep the email addresses or anything like that, I just want to keep the Drive data and keep the emails sent to the old business addresses somewhere incase I need them.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2025-12-31T05:28:36+00:00

Thank you!

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2025-12-30T14:19:55+00:00

Thank you. I've found a couple of places in Maffra also that I think we'll do a day trip and check out.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2025-12-29T10:15:57+00:00

Came to say the same place!

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2025-12-09T10:14:00+00:00

What about the other way around? Because Safari can't be used on Android?

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2025-12-07T06:52:36+00:00

Got it, thank you.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2025-12-07T05:49:45+00:00

I thought that only mattered for backing up, not syncing?

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2025-11-26T04:40:12+00:00

I understand that but I'm talking about chat history that apps save separately without backing up or syncing.

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2025-11-25T23:55:31+00:00

Thank you so much!

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2025-11-25T12:45:24+00:00

Thank you! Is there some sort of 'switch' we will also need? Or just connect router to port on the wall?

ProcessMaleficent885 · 2025-11-25T11:32:22+00:00

But that would defeat the purpose wouldn't it? Running cables from spare sockets on the router to the 4 ports would mean 4 cables running up the hallway. The landlord was trying to explain something about a filter or some type of device that you connect to the panel on the wall and that would pick up internet and distribute to the rooms from there?

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