What Did I Do to Deserve This?

What did I do to deserve this? Something I’ve been asking myself for a while… “what do I do?!?”

Well, babe.. you allowed it to happen.

You never stood up and demanded that the games, stop. You never stood up to the man, for the sake of your pride. Now, you’re seeing your pride was worthless, because he had no care for you.

He didn’t care about you heart. He didn’t care about your soul. Baby girl, he didn’t care about YOU!

If he did, it wouldn’t take you walking out for him to realize it. If he loved you, he wouldn’t care about Brittany.. or Sarah.. or Mel. He would only want you. He would only have eyes for you.

That’s what love is.. its monogamy. It’s loving one person so much that no one else matters.

That’s the kind of love that I want..

That’s the kind of love that my heart craves..

That’s the kind of love that I deserve.

So back to my original question, “what did I do to deserve this?”

Well, you don’t deserve this.. but it’s the bed that you made for yourself.

You ignored your intuition for the hope of “fixing” someone. You ignored the obvious signs and made excuses for his behavior. You let him sweet talk you into believe his narcissistic lie.

You chose to see love in his green eyes, instead of the true deceit and betrayal.

You chose to seek hope in him, even when you didn’t get what you deserved.

No… B, you didn’t choose to fall in love with a cheater, but you chose to stay.

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on me.

I’m a good enough person to forgive you, but not stupid enough to trust you ever again

-B

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