I expected more from you. I am not entirely certain what more I expected, nor why I supposed that you would be truthful and open with me. Call it naiveté, call it ignorance, call it a case of self-delusion.
I think I’m going to go with self-delusion. That seems safest, and that way I only have myself to blame for the way that I am feeling now. In retrospect, the subtle signals and signs were all there. I chose to ignore them. Consciously.
I do not want this little note to become too sordid, so I will refrain from listing the lies I know you have told me. I won’t catalogue the countless tiny ways you have degraded me. I won’t relate the numerous cowardly patterns in your behaviour, that observation has led me to recognise.
I have been a fool. I will exit this little charade with what little dignity remains to me.
Thank you for your participation.