How Your Decision to Cheat Affected Me

I have gone back and forth about whether I should write this or whether it’s even worth it. But I need to, for me. When you cheated, it felt like the floor disappeared beneath me. One moment, I thought I knew where I stood with you, with us—and the next, everything was in pieces. You were not just someone I loved; you were someone I trusted with the most vulnerable parts of me. And you chose to throw that trust away like it did not matter. It never crossed my mind that I’d one day be writing this. When I trusted you, I believed in our connection and in the promises, we made to each other. But your decision to cheat shattered that belief—and it changed me in ways I am still trying to understand.

It was not just about physical betrayal; it was emotional. It was not just about what you did. It was the lies. The pretending. The way you looked me in the eyes and acted like everything was fine, while I was unknowingly being hurt. Something broke in me. I started questioning everything my worth, my judgment, my ability to be enough for someone. I wondered if I missed something, if I was not good enough, if I somehow pushed you to do it. It was a storm inside me, one I did not ask for and didn’t deserve. I blamed myself for things that were never my fault.

I have felt anger, sadness, confusion, and a deep sense of loss not just of the relationship, but of the person I thought you were. And while I’ve been trying to move forward, I still carry the weight of this betrayal in quiet moments when trust feels harder to give. You made a decision that changed me. I’ve become more guarded. I second-guess people’s intentions. I feel fear where there used to be trust. I’m learning to rebuild, piece by piece but the scars are still there. I don't let people in as easily anymore, and when I do, I always wonder if they’ll hurt me the same way you did. I don’t say all this to guilt you. I say it because your choice had real consequences. It wasn’t just a mistake, it was a betrayal that cost me my peace, my trust, and a version of myself I really liked.

But here’s the part you don’t get to take I’m healing. Slowly, painfully, but I am. I’m stronger now, not because of what you did, but in spite of it. I’m finding my voice again. I’m setting boundaries. and to recognize that your choices reflect you not of my value. I’m learning to love myself more deeply than I ever did when I was with you. I won’t let this define me, but I won’t pretend it didn’t leave a mark. You changed the way I see relationships, and that’s something I’ll carry forward—with more caution, but also with more strength.

You broke my heart, but not me.

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