Or So To Speak...
“I’m a non-Christian living the South, I can’t even go to a god damn potluck without having to thank some space fairy for the broccoli casserole, and honey, it makes me a little uncomfortable.”
I’m WHEEZING.
This is me at every family gathering.
AND FUCK NANCY GRACE, TOO
(Source: beingbreannaleigh, via cigarettsandsandcastles)
Once you cheat you will have to gain that trust until the end of time; or the end of your relationship. You’ll never truly have it back.
It’s all I can think about, but I still can’t come to terms with it. I can’t fathom that he kissed her, he had sex with her, they talked and adapted to each other, they go to school together, and they can go anywhere any day and I could never know about it; and I didn’t know about it. She has something I don’t and that’s to see him every day. I want to believe he didn’t do it, that he didn’t do what he promised he wouldn’t and still come home and tell me he loves me. How he could still look me in my eyes and tell me he loves me when we are in the same location he was with her a week ago, doing the same thing. I feel uncomfortable sitting in his front seat knowing she had sat there so recently while he still called me his, and she called him hers. I can’t control my sobbing and this feeling in my gut. He promised he wouldn’t do this to me, he promised. Talking to him feels different, it feels like there is love dusted with his guilt and my pain, it’s uneasy. I hate knowing your lips were on hers the moment I was worried about why you hadn’t talked to me much that day. I hate knowing that you lied about why you took so long to contact me. I hate knowing that I meant so little to you that it made doing this so easy for you. And I hate how you called me and made me feel like you did love me, but I can’t believe it, and I can’t believe you, and I can’t believe anything anymore, the only thing that reminds me how real it is, is the stinging on my skin and the ache in my throat. And your actions didn’t only reflect on you, but on me for staying with you. Im known as being stupid, for staying with a guy who was living a double life, with two different girlfriends. I just want everything to be how it was.. I’m hurting so bad.
I don’t get how people can blame cheating on being drunk like ??? I can be on my ass trashed and not know whose house I’m at and still not tell my boyfriend what I’m getting him for Christmas…
My dad cheated on my mom because he didn’t love her anymore and he thinks his actions won’t have a huge affect on his children. My little sister was just begging her ex boyfriend to love her again. She is only 10. My brother, who acts just like my father, cried because he did not want to follow in his footsteps. My mother cries every time she hangs up the phone because she want’s to say I love you but can’t. My dog doesn’t understand why everyone is sad and crying so she becomes sad that she can’t help. Cheating hurts a family for a long time.
(Source: kindgf)