I recently started seeing a psychologist to help me navigate my complicated feelings about relationships. During one of our sessions, he said something that caught me off guard—he told me that my tendency to cheat wasn’t necessarily a flaw but rather a reflection of how deeply loving and passionate I am. His words struck a chord, easing some of the guilt I had carried for years. He made me feel seen, understood, and, strangely enough, validated in a way I hadn’t felt before.

Then, out of nowhere, he suggested we date. His proposition felt bold yet oddly flattering. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was a test or a genuine invitation. But he smiled, and something in his demeanor made me trust him. Before I could overthink it, I found myself agreeing. Things escalated quickly—too quickly, perhaps. Intimacy unfolded right there in his office, a whirlwind moment that left me feeling simultaneously liberated and confused.

Now, as I replay everything in my mind, doubts creep in. Was he being genuine? Did he truly see me as a deeply loving person worthy of admiration, or did he use those words to exploit my vulnerability? I can’t shake the feeling that I might have been manipulated, but another part of me wonders if he’s right—if I am just an intensely loving person misunderstood by the world.

I’m torn between self-doubt and wanting to believe the narrative he painted for me. Was I misled, or is there truth in what he said?