He made the choice to cheat, shattered everything we built, and now he’s trying to pin the blame on me as if I’m the reason for his disloyalty. I still remember the moment I found out—the gut-wrenching realization that the person I trusted most had been lying to me, betraying me behind my back while still coming home to our shared life as if nothing had changed.

At first, I waited for an apology. For some shred of remorse. But instead, I got excuses. He didn’t mean for it to happen. He felt neglected. He wasn’t happy, and somehow, that was my fault. He twisted his betrayal into a story where I was to blame, as if my love, my effort, my loyalty hadn’t been enough to keep him from making that choice.

But here’s the truth: I didn’t cheat—he did. I didn’t break our vows—he did. I didn’t betray the trust we built—he did. And yet, I was the one left questioning myself, replaying every conversation, every argument, wondering if I could have done something different.

But I see it clearly now. His actions were never about me—they were about his own weaknesses, his inability to be honest, his selfish need to have more while giving less. And no matter how many times he tries to rewrite the story, I refuse to carry the weight of his betrayal. That burden is his to bear, not mine.