"When did it all, slip away?"

Fool me once shame on you. Fool me again shame on me.

The first time you did something like that behind my back. Ouch. But i'm glad you told me in the end. But I was disappointed that it had already happened a while ago.

Then the second time came around. Why did it have to come around.

I was convinced, that when you promised me it wouldn't happen again, it wouldn't. But a few weeks later it happened again.

I've been too lenient. What happened to promises? To trust? To peace of mind...

You thought it would be better if you didn't tell me. You thought it wouldn't bother me if you didn't tell me before it happened.

Dead wrong.

Did it not matter at all how I felt the first time? I can't seem to understand how, after you saw yourself what my reaction was when you did shady stuff behind my back, somehow decided to do it again. And you know what. I feel even more broken than the first time. I don't know how much more I can take.

But whatever. Life moves on.