I resisted every advance, but I enjoyed that he was advancing.
The attraction to his arms, was instant.
At first it was easy to say no.
He said he knew I wanted to be with him.
I didn't want him to be with anybody else.
I made deals with him I knew I couldn't keep.
He wished he had kept me a secret.
I discovered love can be a mental illness. Limerence, not love. Love is not always sacred or meaningful. Sometimes it is used as a form of self deprecation - self abuse.
It was short lived, but if I could choose to forget one relationship this would be it.
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When one of my girlfriends told me that he had betrayed me, I didn't believe her at first.
I broke my own rules to be with him. I ignored the warning signs. I made excuses for him and pretended things that mattered, didn't. Who betrayed who?
The hardest lesson of my betrayal was self forgiveness. The reward was grace.
This love story is really about my girlfriend that was brave enough to tell me the ugly truth. I still love her.
Have you ever had to pay the price of betrayal?
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