He cheated on me, yet somehow he’s making me the one to blame! This is making me crazy. I feel like I’m trapped in a nightmare, constantly spinning, trying to make sense of how I ended up here. When he admitted to the affair, I expected guilt, remorse, or even an apology. Instead, he looked at me with cold eyes and a detached expression, pointing out every little thing he claimed led him to it. Suddenly, his betrayal wasn’t about what he did, but about what I supposedly didn’t do.

According to him, I drove him away. I wasn’t attentive enough, affectionate enough, or fun enough. I spent too much time on our responsibilities, not enough on him. I was too tired, too serious, too caught up in life. Each word was like a knife twisting in my heart, and the more he spoke, the more I felt my sense of reality slipping away. It was as if he was trying to rewrite history, transforming me from the one who was wronged into the villain who somehow “pushed” him into another woman’s arms.

The worst part is that his words are getting to me. I can’t help but replay our years together over and over, questioning every decision I made. Did I really neglect him? Was I so focused on the daily grind that I missed the signs? I feel like I’m going insane, doubting myself, my choices, and even my worth. The person I thought I knew has turned into a stranger, using my vulnerabilities against me to shift the blame.

I want to scream, to demand why he couldn’t have just ended things honestly instead of making me carry the weight of his mistakes. But every time I try to confront him, he twists my words and makes me doubt myself even more. I’m angry, heartbroken, and trapped in a whirlwind of guilt that was never mine to bear. Somehow, he’s turned his betrayal into my failing, leaving me to pick up the shattered pieces of trust that he’s scattered all around me. It’s exhausting, and I’m struggling to hold on to my sense of self in the chaos he’s created.