Am I your girlfriend?\u201d <\/i> Your face went blank, your hands were shaking, and you mumbled something but didn\u2019t give me the right answer.<\/p>\n
I can\u2019t remember the actual words but it was something like, \u201cYou know I just got out of a complicated relationship and I am not ready to commit yet.\u201d \u201cGive me time.\u201d \u201cCan we not put labels on what we have?\u201d \u201cYou mean the world to me.\u201d <\/i><\/p>\n
And I bought that shit. Like his words were the equivalent of truth itself. I still can\u2019t believe I was so naive, so clueless of what was really going on.<\/p>\n
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Cuanto m\u00e1s tiempo pasaba con \u00e9l, m\u00e1s me enamoraba. Era alguien que pod\u00eda escucharte durante horas.<\/p>\n
Siempre me daba buenos consejos sobre c\u00f3mo manejar ciertas situaciones. Tambi\u00e9n confiaba en m\u00ed. Me contaba todo tipo de historias sobre su vida.<\/p>\n
When the topic of exes came up, he told me about her \u2013 about his narcissistic ex. How she manipulated him.<\/p>\n
She was just using him, his kindness, his money. He would pay for everything she wanted, from clothes to tuition fees for university. And a lot more things. He loved her but he couldn\u2019t see clearly.<\/p>\n
I felt so bad for him. I actually felt sorry for him. I tried to be understanding. I didn\u2019t mention labeling our thing with anything. I just figured he needed time. He was here, he was with me and that\u2019s all I needed.<\/p>\n
Until the night I got a message request from her. I knew her name as he\u2019d told me. I was alone at the time sitting in my apartment and I remember staring at the screen for half an hour before I dared to look at the message. <\/p>\n
El mensaje dec\u00eda, \u201cI know who you are, I know you are sleeping with my boyfriend. Please get away from him, stop pulling him into your toxic web. He loves me. Let us be happy.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
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\u2018What a psycho.\u2019 \u2018Why am I toxic?\u2019 \u2018How does she know about me?\u2019 <\/i> My mind was a ball of mush and I couldn\u2019t think straight. I ignored the message.<\/p>\n
Se lo cont\u00e9 cuando vino a verme m\u00e1s tarde. Neg\u00f3 haberla visto. La llam\u00f3 loca. Luego me cont\u00f3 m\u00e1s historias de terror sobre ella.<\/p>\n
How she influenced his family, how she spent a lot of time there, how everybody was pressuring him to get back together with her. But that he loved me, I was too good for him\u2026<\/p>\n
Y me lo cre\u00ed todo, como una colegiala ingenua que nunca hab\u00eda tenido una relaci\u00f3n. Todas sus historias parec\u00edan vagas, faltaba algo. A pesar de todo, opt\u00e9 por ignorar mi intuici\u00f3n y segu\u00ed a mi coraz\u00f3n.<\/p>\n
I still can\u2019t forgive myself for that. <\/b><\/p>\n
I realized what a fool I was when she sent me pictures of you two, up in the hills on the bike ride. You wore a hat that I bought you a few weeks ago. And you were kissing her. I couldn\u2019t believe my eyes.<\/p>\n
As\u00ed que, cuando viniste con tus pat\u00e9ticas excusas, por primera vez vi a trav\u00e9s de ti. Todo lo que me dijiste que ella te hac\u00eda era exactamente lo mismo que t\u00fa me hac\u00edas a m\u00ed.<\/p>\n
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