All this time I thought it was my fault.
- disapproving looks and marginal excuses for not being able to spend time together
- not introducing me at social functions while, with your back to me, you greeted whomever with a kiss, a hug or a winning smile
- telling your family about our engagement without me even though I was just upstairs
- the unexplained late night phone calls, the mysterious numbers on the cell phone bills
- constant deflection of reasonable yet heartsick concerns ~ “why do you have to be like this?” “Why are you so threatened by (insert name here)?”
- always choosing anyone else over me
- acting like you were doing me a favor by including me in your orbit.
All this time I thought it was my fault … and it was, because I
- let you treat me that way, let you lie right in my ever-hopeful face
- kept leaning on what you said instead of paying attention to what you did
- stuck around even when it was clear you didn’t want me there
- figured you would eventually see what a great gal I was
- tried to convince myself that you wanted me (or why would you stick around?)
- was your fiancé but not the woman you were pursuing.