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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Quanto mais tempo passava com ele, mais me apaixonava por ele. Era algu\u00e9m que nos podia ouvir durante horas.<\/p>\n
Dava-me sempre bons conselhos sobre como lidar com certas situa\u00e7\u00f5es. Tamb\u00e9m confiava em mim. Contava-me todo o tipo de hist\u00f3rias sobre a sua 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
A mensagem dizia, \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
Falei-lhe disso quando ele me veio visitar mais tarde. Ele negou t\u00ea-la visto de todo. Chamou-lhe louca. Depois contou-me mais hist\u00f3rias de terror sobre ela.<\/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 eu acreditei em tudo, como uma colegial ing\u00e9nua que nunca tinha tido uma rela\u00e7\u00e3o antes. Todas as suas hist\u00f3rias pareciam vagas, faltava qualquer coisa. Apesar disso, optei por ignorar a minha intui\u00e7\u00e3o e segui o meu cora\u00e7\u00e3o.<\/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
Por isso, quando vieste com as tuas desculpas pat\u00e9ticas, pela primeira vez, eu vi atrav\u00e9s de ti. Tudo o que me disseste que ela te fazia era exatamente o mesmo que me fazias a mim.<\/p>\n
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