What if....
What if I never caught you this last time. If I would have just never looked through your phone. I ignored the secret Snapchat, secret insta, secret Facebook. A secret life where you portray me as the bad person. As just the mother of your children. If I would have not said anything, looked away.
Would we be happy? Keep pretending. “Fake Love” you called it. You said you did “start to love me” until years into the relationship. You told me you loved me the first day we met. So what does that even mean? Lies. That’s all we have been a bunch of lies. I allowed it so it’s much my fault as it is yours. I knew someone like me would never find someone like you again. I ignored the stares when people would see you with me. You loved it. You love being the center of attention. Then I changed. Not only my appearance but my whole demeanor. You weren’t the center of attention anymore. All eyes were not only on you but on me. You hate that. Why? Are you that insecure that you have to be with someone who has low self esteem? Again, why?
