Twice now, I’ve trusted someone who made loyalty feel safe, and twice I was wrong.
The first time was with someone I had built a whole ordinary life around. We shared rent, routines, groceries, weekend plans, and a dog we both treated like family. I found out he had been seeing someone from work because a message came through on his tablet while I was using it to pay a bill.
What hurt most was how normal he had been acting. He made coffee for me, asked about my day, kissed me goodbye, and kept lying like it cost him nothing. When I confronted him, he cried and said he was confused and ashamed. I think he did love me in some way, but it didn’t stop him from choosing himself over and over.
For a while I blamed the other woman because that was easier. Then it hit me that he was the one who knew my trust, my history, and my limits. He let me feel safe while he was making me look stupid.
After that, I kept my life small. Then I met someone in a night class, and for the first time in months I felt hopeful. I told him early that cheating was something I could not survive again. He said he understood.
A few weeks after we agreed we were only seeing each other, he got distant and then disappeared. I found out from someone else that he had been dating another person the whole time and just didn’t want to deal with the conversation.
I wish I were angrier, but mostly I feel tired. I keep wondering what it is about me that makes people think I am easy to betray. I used to feel confident, like I had a real spark. I had a good job, good friends, a life I was proud of, and I really tried to love people well.
Now I don’t reach out much. I don’t dress up when I leave the house. I don’t make plans because plans give people another chance to disappoint me.
My birthday is coming up, and I keep thinking about who would actually show up for me if things got really bad. I don’t know what to do with the feeling that maybe I am not someone people choose for real.