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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Pi\u00f9 tempo passavo con lui, pi\u00f9 mi innamoravo di lui. Era una persona capace di ascoltarti per ore.<\/p>\n
Mi dava sempre dei buoni consigli su come gestire certe situazioni. Si confidava anche con me. Mi raccontava ogni tipo di storia sulla sua vita.<\/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
Il messaggio diceva, \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
Gliene parlai quando venne a trovarmi pi\u00f9 tardi. Lui neg\u00f2 di averla vista. Le diede della pazza. Poi mi raccont\u00f2 altre storie dell'orrore su di lei.<\/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
E io mi sono bevuta tutto, come una scolaretta ingenua che non ha mai avuto una relazione prima. Tutte le sue storie sembravano vaghe, mancava qualcosa. Tuttavia, scelsi di ignorare il mio intuito e seguii il mio cuore.<\/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
Cos\u00ec, quando sei arrivato con le tue patetiche scuse, per la prima volta ti ho visto bene. Tutto quello che mi dicevi che lei ti faceva era la stessa identica cosa che tu facevi a me.<\/p>\n
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