So, L’s birthday is exactly two weeks before yours.
On her birthday, you couldn’t even be bothered to get up “early” to spend some time with her. And by early, I just mean…
She wanted to go to the movies to see Deadpool & Wolverine. She wanted to leave at a specific time. You didn’t even get out of bed until like 15 minutes before she wanted to leave. This means you spent NO time with her in the morning. You couldn’t even be fucked having a morning birthday coffee with her. Nope.
Then, after the movie and going somewhere else, you came home.
Did you spend any more time with her?
Nope. As soon as you got home, you went downstairs and got into a game with A. On L’s birthday.
Not only that – you decided to tell L (on her fucking birthday) that the trip you were going to on YOUR birthday weekend (to Minneapolis to another ex’s ‘goodbye party’), A was coming along too.
So, on YOUR birthday weekend, you chose to spend that with TWO of your exes in a different state. WHILE L was home alone with fucking Covid.
Nice, dude. You’re a real sweetheart.
Then you come home from your weekend away and the very next day, L is in your office talking to her cat. She happens to look down at your computer screen and sees that you’re in a chat with A. A chat in which you have messaged to A…“I miss you so much”.
L confronts you with it the following night. You give her some bullshit about how you meant “as a friend”.
Let me tell you something – no one says “I miss you so much” to a ‘friend’. Especially not you – the person who didn’t even tell L that you missed her while she was in another country for a couple of weeks the previous year.
So, you obviously got caught and decided to try to lie your way out of it.
Which is where things are now.
You lying and thinking that no one knows.
I called it months ago. I knew there was something going on with A.
And I was right.
And that’s when the crying started. Not because you were upset about how you’ve been treating L. No, your tears are all about the fact that you got caught.
And all you care about is the house and the cats. You don’t give a fuck about L.
That is painfully obvious.
But, you’re too fucking stupid to see that people see through your idiotic façade.
Keep crying. Keep talking your bullshit.
You are seen.