How you managed to live two lives for so long I will never know. You had a life with me here and another life with someone else a thousand miles away. You got away with it for a long time. I’ll never understand and never want to see you again as long as I live. NEVER! R.W.
When people cheat in any arena,
they diminish themselves;
they threaten their own self-esteem
and their relationships with others
by undermining the trust
they have in their ability
to succeed and in their ability to be true.
First posted on October 27, 2012
And now you want a life with me and wonder why I hesitate. You taught me how to mistrust. You showed me almost unimaginable pain. You treated sacred feelings and actions for the novelty of the moment. Now you say you’ve changed. But so have I. NC
Never allow someone
to be your priority
while allowing yourself
to be their option.
I still love you in spite of all the times you hurt me with your infidelities and lies. Now you say you want only me. A part of me wants to say “yes”. A stronger part screams “NO”. Sooner or later you’ll only shatter my heart again. I am certain of it. RO
I’m not upset that you lied to me,
I’m upset that from now on
I can’t believe you.
All your little secrets, deceptions and past unfaithfulness have accumulated into a heavy jagged weight in my heart. Now you just get mad when I question you. Maybe its time you had the freedom to find out what life is like without me. C.B.
I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact
that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen.
I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not.
I just feel pain. A lot of pain.
I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt,
but I was wrong.
My heart was broken when I found out what you had been doing. Now slowly it is going back together. I love you and want things to work out. But you must understand that sometimes I cut my self on the unhealed broken edges in my heart. Be patient. H.M.
We are all mistaken sometimes;
sometimes we do wrong things,
things that have bad consequences.
But it does not mean we are evil,
or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.
The last thing I want is for you to go, but I know you’re going. You don’t love me like I love you. You’re still searching and don’t really know yet what you need. No words can’t change your mind. There is nothing I can do but let you go and love you from a distance. S.D.
Fire runs through my body with the pain of loving you;
Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you;
Sickness wanders my body with my love for you;
Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you;
Consumed by the fire with my love for you.
I remember what you said to me;
I am thinking of your love for me;
I am torn by your love for me;
Pain and more pain.
Where are you going with my love?
I am told you will go from here
I am told you will leave me here;
My body is numb with grief;
Remember what I have said, my love
Good bye, my love, good bye.
recited by a Kwakuitl Indian of Southern Alaska
Love has exhausted me. I don’t want it anymore. I would like to stay a secret, like walking in the dark; if no one knows you, no one cares or breaks your heart. To be unknown, invisible and small would make heartache like a mysterious tiny vapor. T.M.
Hearts will never be made practical
until they are made unbreakable.
“The Wizard of Oz”
Each day it feels like another piece of me dies. I am becoming numb. I’m just not right without you. It feels as if a necessary part of my body and soul has been removed, and while I am still breathing and alive, I will never be the same again. M.E.
I see what you did,
you ripped apart a heart
that was wanting to love you.
You tore a man who was so adamant
in his pursuit to love you.
Now he will never be the same,
he will always shy away from
fully trusting a woman with all of his heart.
It felt like a bomb hit me when I came home and found you had moved out leaving only a note that said “I’m sorry. I just did not know how to tell you that I did not love you any more. I’m a pathetic weakling for not telling you in person.” YES YOU ARE! T.N.
It is a dull sensation, your heart breaking,
like the sound of a pebble dropping on the sand.
Not a shattering, not a tearing apart,
there is nothing shrill
or grandiose about the sensation.
It is merely an internal realization
that something treasured…
is leaving forever.
It’s feels like my broken heart is a terminal illness I could die from soon. There’s no other way to explain this pain that goes on day and night. This illness keeps me from sleeping. I’m so sick I can barely work. I barely eat. Worse than hopeless is my diagnosis. K.J.
If you drop me, I will break.
If you hold me, I will shake.
If you need me, I will hurry.
If you don’t call me, I will worry.
If you hurt me, I will cry.
But if you leave me, I will die.