Letters of mistrust

To Him,

I loved you. Hand on heart I loved you like I have never loved another.
Even to the end. I fought, I changed and I denied myself of who I am meant to be. For you.

Yet you lied. More than once, more than a dozen times. You lied to my face, whilst looking into my eyes. You lied to my heart when I asked you to swear on your daughters.

If you were to look in my eyes and ask me, you'd know the truth. And deep down you do know, it was never me. Yes I could have done better - but that is life and we always should be striving to do better. But you know none of the things you have painted of me, are true. And that is something you will always have shame for.

To Her,

Utterly disappointed in the human that you are. You were my friend; I considered you my closest friend in a new place and I told you everything.

You used that against me.  You have used my words, twisted my pain and moulded emotion into a truth that suits you and your story. A truth that covers up what you have done and what you are still doing, as something that is ok.

It isn't.  Far from it.

You comforted me, you were there with biscuits, tea, hugs and words of love, friendship and motivation.
And then later that night, or the following weekend, you'd be off meeting with him.
So many coincidences of him knowing things. So may coincidences of you being in places.

How dare you take my happy ever after away.  That is not what friends do.

You lied to my face and made lies about me to cover your own shame.

And worst of all, how dare you break my little girl's heart.

To you both,

Leopards never change their spots.

Patterns repeat.

Karma is a bitch.

You've broken several hearts, some of which are too small and pure to understand but one day they will.

People respect those who tell the truth. You will never understand the damage you have done.