continuing the story of the drama ...😐😐 When I saw those mes..

continuing the story of the drama ...😐😐

When I saw those messages, my heart felt as if it had fallen down into an abyss. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think - only one feeling filled me completely: betrayal. 💔 I sat there, gripping his phone like it was a weapon, staring at the screen that was burning my eyes out. "When will I see you? I miss you..." - the message floated in front of my eyes. It flashed before me over and over again, like a bitterly ironic horror movie in which I was the main character. And all this time, I'd loved him, trusted him...and he? He was with her. 😔 How long did it last? Months? Years? And I... like naive, didn't notice anything. All our evenings, his warm words, his touches... it all seemed just a fake now, a played out scene. 😢 At that moment, the apartment door opened and he walked in. He saw me with his phone in my hands and immediately understood. I saw it in his eyes - fear, panic, like he had just been caught red-handed. It was so obvious that it made me sick. 🤢- Are you checking my phone? - His voice sounded like he was still hoping to salvage the situation but already knew it was over.I slowly got up from the couch. A hurricane of pain and rage raged in my chest. All my feelings, all my dreams for us-they shattered like broken glass. I threw my phone at his feet. 📱💥- Are you seriously asking me that? Did you check? - I almost shouted, feeling anger overwhelm me. - How long has this been going on? You said you loved me, that I was the one for you! And you were with her at the same time?! 😡 He was silent. What could he say? The words were sticking in his throat. He started to mumble something about "it didn't mean anything" but I couldn't hear him anymore. I was burning up inside. I couldn't listen to it anymore. "It didn't mean anything"? And to me? It meant everything to me! - my tears flowed without stopping, my heart was torn into little pieces. 💔 - I trusted you, I built a future with you, and you... You ruined everything with your own hands. 😔-I went to the bedroom, closing the door behind me, as if by doing so I could shut out all the pain that was bubbling up inside me. He pounded on the door, begging me to talk, promising me he'd fix everything, but it sounded hollow. I heard the words but I didn't believe them 🥀Sitting in the dark, I realized that now I had a choice to make. To forgive and try to heal this deep wound, knowing it would remain a scar, or to walk away, tearing away everything that had once been so important. And I had no idea which way to go....