I was driving the 6 hours to my parents house in California when “Be safe on the road and I hope the drive goes by quickly!” lit up on my phone. Constant sweet texts and gestures like that helped to put me into one of the best moods I had been in for a long time. The weather was starting to get cooler and I was all around giddy. I called one of my best friends and told her all about this guy I had been dating. She’s heard me talk about guys 100 times before, but she said right in my ear, “Robin, I have never heard you this excited!” She was right. There was something about this guy. Our conversations flowed, our chemistry radiated, the dates were thought out and amazing, he was such a looker with a killer career and head on his shoulders and on paper he sounded like Prince Charming.
I believed every word that came out of his mouth about how connected we were. But suddenly the holidays came around and Mr. Perfect started to disappear. His texts and our dates went from constant to nonexistent. I’m not going to bore you with details and the back and forth of what happened next, because honestly he isn’t worth it. But, I soon found out via social media that he was spending the holidays with his long distance girlfriend. When he returned he reached out again, as if nothing had happened.
I didn’t run back to him. I didn’t give him the time of day. I flat out told him that what he did was a dick move and I caught him in the act.
I handled that situation so perfectly in my eyes. I didn’t lose my cool or curse him out. I was mature, told him that it wasn’t okay and dropped it. But as I sit here a year later with a heart that has trust issues, I wish he truly understood how much he affected me and I hope his girlfriend understands what he did.
So what the cheater taught me?
He taught me that trusting yourself and being firm with what you deserve in a relationship is so important and such a valuable lesson. He reminded me that I’m protecting my heart and have a guard up for a reason. He broke me down and I’m still building myself up.
I write this to you, my reader and my friend, because maybe you’ve been here or because maybe you need to know that I’m not some girl who always looks put together in pictures. I have a heart and I have a heart that has been broken multiple times. I’m here to talk to and I’m here to listen. You’re not alone. Share your stories.
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