You never slept with anyone else, I’ll give you that. But you never seemed to understand that there are other ways of being faithful instead of just keeping it in your pants.
Being faithful means more than keeping your hands to yourself, more than sleeping with only one person or kissing that one person.
You never put an end to your flirty behavior that went too far. How many girls approached you at the bar, while I was sitting right next to you, and you said nothing? Not once did you say to them that you were in a relationship. Not once did you cut them off.
I guess you were addicted to that confidence boost they were giving you. You were getting off on that feeling that someone else was attracted to you.
You never deleted your Tinder account. “Babe, you know you are the only one for me, you know I don’t need it.” But guess what, asshole, I never knew that.
It felt like you kept me as a safety net, a booty call on speed dial, while you were looking for someone better. It made me feel not enough, it made me feel like you weren’t happy in our relationship.
And all those times you ran into your ex? You never cared to tell me, but it hurt much more to hear it from someone else. “Babe, I knew you would get upset.” Babe, you knew nothing.
Being loyal means knowing what hurts your significant other, knowing what they find disloyal. Lying is one of those things. I’d rather be hurt by the truth than by lies.
You see, I trusted you, even when everything you did screamed to me that I shouldn’t. But I did. I never checked your emails, I was never upset if you were texting with other girls, I was never angry when you would leave me for a guys night. Not once, because I trusted you. But I was hurt.
Do you have any idea how many times I found other girls’ numbers in your pockets? You didn’t even bother to throw them away.
“Babe, I never cheated on you. You know I love you.”
You never cheated, but you came too close. You were constantly seeking attention, constantly flirting with others, constantly making me feel like I was not enough. Constantly leaving me in tears because I knew you didn’t love me enough to give up on your fuckboy behavior.
I knew you didn’t love me enough to make me the only woman in your life. What was the point in dating then?
“Babe, come on. You’re being overdramatic.”
Babe, I’m done feeling like the second option, I’m done feeling like an insignificant other. I want someone whose love for me will outweigh his desire to be with any other person on the planet.
I want someone who is ready to fully commit to our relationship and isn’t going to do anything to mess it up. I want someone faithful, and that someone is not you.