The last straw came when he announced he had a girlfriend—
While we were still together.

After everything we’d been through.
After years of navigating control, manipulation, and emotional exhaustion.
After promising each other that no matter what, we’d never go down that road.

He knew.
He knew my past.
He knew I had lived with a womaniser for 14 years.
He knew that betrayal was the one thing I wouldn’t recover from.
And yet… he went there.

Whoever advised him to do that clearly didn’t understand trauma.
Or maybe they did—and just didn’t care.
Either way, it backfired. Because some things are non-negotiable, and that was mine.

Ironically, his ex-wife had an affair for three years.
And now? Honestly—I can’t blame her.
Not after everything I’ve seen, lived, and survived.

Let this be a reminder:
💡 Games don’t belong in grown-up relationships.
If you play games to get a reaction, you’re not building love—you’re breaking trust.
Real relationships are built on honesty, communication, and mutual respect.
Not on head games, threats, or calculated betrayal.

I don’t play games.
And I’ll never stay where trust is deliberately broken.

Some lines, once crossed, can’t be uncrossed.
And that was mine.