I Thought I Was Her Fourth Until She Told Me I Was Thirteenth

I was having a good day before she came to tell me, “There is something we need to talk about.” I judged by the look on her face that she had done something she regretted and wanted to confess. With all the patience in the world, I urged her to talk to me.......➡️CONTINUE READING THE FULL ARTICLES HERE.

“I have been seeing three other men apart from you.”

Oh, I already knew.

Or let’s just say I had my suspicions. I just decided to look the other way until her confession confirmed it. And the truth is, I wished she hadn’t said anything to me about her indiscretions. At least, that’s how I felt at that moment.

I was in a place where my love for her was stronger than anything I had ever felt. There was no way I was going to leave her. Even if she had told me the men were ten, it still wouldn’t make a difference. I would have stayed. Just as I stayed even when she told me about the three other men.

I had known her for five years before we started dating. That’s a lot of time I spent loving her before she became mine. Maybe that’s why I didn’t want a life without her in it.

She knew the power she had over me and she liked to wield it. So even after her confession, she was still entertaining the men. I told myself, “All she needs is a little time to wean herself off of them and become committed to me.”

She proved me a liar time after time when she refused to change.

One day we were having a conversation when I casually asked her, “What’s your body count?”

“Thirteen!” She blurted out.

Thirteen. I counted my fingers; one, two, three, four, up to thirteen? All this while I thought I was her fourth, but that day she made it clear I was number thirteen. It broke my heart but I carried on.

However, as time went on I realized the more chances I gave her the worse she got. One day I woke up and decided my heart couldn’t take the pain anymore. I didn’t even break up with her. I just stopped talking to her.

She tried to reach me several times but I ignored her. I didn’t think I could do it but I went for three years without talking to her.

Then she came begging for a second chance. “I have changed. Try me,” she said.

There were still some embers of love burning in my heart for her. It made it difficult for me to turn her away. I decided I would give her an opportunity to prove that indeed, she had changed.

Her old habits resurfaced in no time. It was never the two of us in the relationship. There was always another man lurking somewhere in the shadows. We fought about it one day and broke up.

She replaced me with another man in less than a week. The good news is that the man cheated on her within a month. Now, she is back asking for us to try again. This time around I turned her down.

I don’t know what I was on but I am glad it wore off. I’m determined to move on without her. I even feel sick when I look back at all the times I put up with her. Eii, is that how love works? Or was it me who was just being stupid?