Its Sad In Wondewall

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July 4th, 2023 – The Day My Heart Broke Out Loud”

I was home, crying myself to sleep, full of anxiety.

I didn’t have solid proof, just a gut feeling—this strong voice inside me that whispered, he’s not being honest.

But I loved you.

So I betrayed myself trying to believe in you instead.

Then July 4th, 2023 came, and everything I feared turned out to be real.

You were cheating on me.

You were already looking into someone else’s eyes.

Already holding conversations that I didn’t know about.

There are no words for the pain.

I physically felt my heart breaking.

I heard it.

I threw up.

I hated myself.

I blamed myself.

Was it the weight I gained?

My hair?

My body?

I still don’t have the answer.

But the worst part wasn’t even the betrayal itself.

It was when I kicked you out, trying to protect my sanity…

and instead of fighting for me, you ran straight to her.

Two days.

Two days later, you were with someone else.

But let’s be honest—you were probably already with her in your mind. You just needed the perfect excuse.

And I gave it to you when I said, leave.

You lied to my face—again.

Told me you loved me.

That you wanted to be with me.

But you already had her in your plans.

So I let you go.

Was it easy?

Hell no.

It felt like dying.

But it was better than sitting in the corner of my bed, paralyzed by pain.

Was she worth it?

Sharing a bed with her?

Telling her the same words you told me?

Touching her, tasting her, breaking me?

Every night, I still remember.

You probably don’t.

But I do.

I remember the shaking hands.

The picture of myself screaming in pain on the floor.

The silence.

The betrayal.

Does it ever get better?