I don’t know what I’m doing. You say you love me but you clearly don’t. Your outside conversations, which yes, I’m tracking, make it clear that you’re hanging on for the sex and companionship while still lining up dates and lying to me about it. You are a total two-face and you don’t care that you’re hurting me. You care more about having hurt the girl you cheated on me with than you do about hurting me now. Your priorities are so epically fucked up it’s absurd.
