Soon after that, I began to skip day, after day, after day. I skipped so many days that I was ultimately kicked out.

I began to lay around and remain stagnant, never learning new things or going on unforgettable adventures and journeys.

The pleasure and satisfaction that I once found in crocheting became non-existant. As everyday went by, I drifted further and further from who I had been.

I began to change myself, for someone elses joy. I began to fight to prove my loyalty. When I had never been forced to do such a thing.

The way I was raised, relationships were always based on trust. They have never been required to prove that you are capable of being faithful.

In the end...he had been the cheater the whole time. The one who accused me nonstop of cheating on him, ended up the cheater. Just as so many people had told me...

I wanted to believe with all that was in me, that he'd never cheat on me... But I was so very wrong for even putting that kind of trust in him. He took advantage of it.

That was when I became no longer enough for him. And so... I left him, and that same night I gathered as much of my things as I could, and havent thought twice.

I was hoping we could rewind, and maybe be friends at least, but he even ruined that. Then just talking to him made me sick. It made me angry that he would play with my head so bad.

He always loved doing that to me. Sadly, I hadnt found the strength deep inside of me to cut his toxicity out of my life, head, and heart. And so, I continued being used and played with.

Until it was confirmed that he had indeed cheated on me. That was it. That was all it took for me to leave him. For someone who always claimed his biggest fear was losing me, he sure did everything to do just that.