Now you’ve done it. You’ve broken her heart for the last time. She’s all but given up on you and any hope of there being anything left between the two of you.
You just made the biggest mistake of your life and for what? No, you didn’t sleep with someone else, I’ll give you that one. What you did was worse.
You opened yourself up emotionally for someone other than her. You gave a sacred part of yourself to someone that was not the woman waiting for you at home. You let someone else see the you that she thought was kept hidden from everyone except her.
It’s a sharp stab in the back, finding out a man you trust isn’t being faithful to you. Finding out you told this woman details about your life together was like taking the knife and turning it while it was still in her back.
You should have kept your mouth closed, maybe then she’d forgive you but now…
She can’t seem to think of you without picturing her. She can’t talk to you without thinking about what she says because who knows who you’ll run off and tell. Maybe there is more people than just this girl in your life.
If you can open up to a girl half your age about the private details of your relationship, maybe you’ve opened up to others as well. You’ve broken her; you’ve broken the two of you. She is now just a woman that used to love, respect and cherish you.
She is no longer the woman you remember waking up to every morning and rolling over to kiss. Now she is the woman that sleeps in the spare bedroom because “if you weren’t leaving she would."
She is no longer the woman that gets up to make you coffee every morning before work. She is the woman that walks straight out the front door in the morning without a second glance in your direction.
The woman that has dinner waiting for you when you get home is no more. She is now the woman that cooks for one and leaves you to fend for yourself. She is no longer the woman you hold at night. She is the woman that sleeps alone and without you.
The symbol of your love she wore on her ring finger has been removed. She is the woman that chucked your ring out the window on the way home after catching you. She is no longer the woman you knew.
She’s not herself. You’ve broken her and she didn’t know how to mend herself properly. She became a pile of mush that morphed itself into this unrecognizable person.
She might have been able to mend herself had you not told that woman private details about her. She might have eventually forgiven you had she not found out. She was crushed when she heard that you told her about the miscarriage.
She hadn’t even told anyone that she’d been pregnant. You two were the only ones that knew anything about it. I know you didn’t mean for the cradle you were robbing to open her mouth to anyone, but she did.
I know you didn’t mean for someone at work to find out that she’d lost a baby, but they did. I know you didn’t mean for them to talk to her about it and upset her to the point of hysterics, but they did. I know you didn’t mean to hurt her and violate her trust, but you did.
You broke the woman you once loved; still love; will always love. You hurt her more than anyone or anything else could have. You did that and now you have to live knowing you destroyed her and the beautiful love you once shared.
You have to live with the fact that you wrote the last chapter of your love story. You have to live with the fact that you decided to take notes from Nicholas Sparks and end your love story tragically. You have to live with the fact that you finished this chapter with the words “The End."