I felt I shld post an update, if only to get it out of my system. Since my last post, we've been fighting every other day bcos every other day I will find more clues to his infidelity. I wun elaborate, but all the things a man can do, he has possibly done most of it. I guess I needed concrete proof so I wouldn't regret throwing it away based on a hunch. The funny thing was all I had to do was ask. I jus kept saying there is more, just tell me. I just kept repeating until he told me. He eventually did. But even then I knew there is probably more, but whatever I already knew was enough to form a decision.
There were days when we would both break down and cry and swore we would make this work. It almost seem real. And after one night of perfect bliss, for the first time I slept in his arms and believed it. The very next day I found out more. I guess I got what I always wanted, except it's too late. So much has been said and done, and whatever we had whether it was real or not is so irreparably broken by all the lies, addiction, infidelity, hurtful words that I do not even see any sense of picking up the pieces. And I am not a quitter, when I choose to love someone, I will love until its absolutely hopeless. But even I want to give up.
So I told him to let me go, he tried to beg me. All the times i wished he would, now it just seem so little so late. I know he was trying in the last month, to remember everything i love, to give in to my every desire. I know he was making an effort, he even let me track him so I could trust him again. But why couldn't this happen earlier? If only he did this earlier, maybe i wouldn't need to keep digging for the truth. I sometimes wish he would just keep spinning the beautiful lie so i can just live in my denial forever. I wouldn't know the difference if he could keep it up forever.
I know I haven't been the most fantastic girlfriend, I wonder if I drove him to do all the things he did. I wonder if I did this to him, to us. If I had cut him some slack, would it be different? If I tried a little harder, love a little more, would it be different? But i just feel like I couldn't love any harder than I already have.
On Tuesday I was ready to forgive everything and start everything new if he would just tell me everything. But he didn't. I told him if he would just come clean with everything, I will never leave him. But he didn't. So on Tuesday I finally gave up and he has finally packed up and left.
Strangely since then, I've cried very little. I'm not even angry. Just numb. Is this normal?